Three weeks ago I was in a hay bailing race. Yep. For the record, this was as amusing to watch as it sounds. We had to race down a field pushing this hay thing that's bigger than all of us, spin it around a pole and race back. With every step I became convinced that the field was truly growing longer and longer and more sure I really needed to begin lifting weights. I had NO idea those things were so heavy. With hay flying in my eyes and hay scratching my arms, I came away with some battle wounds. (and last place) The worst of all were these nasty splinters, at least 15 in each hand, some so small that I couldn't get out. Over the next two weeks they were a constant reminder of my race and a constant annoyance as they hurt, looked infected, and seemed to be incredibly slow at healing.
Every day I had those splinters, I was hoping they would heal, and desperate that they would. They looked really gross. Today, I suddenly looked down at my hands and realized I hadn't thought about them in over a week. To my surprise, all my wounds were gone and I hadn't even realized it! There was not even one mark to remind me that hay bailing was a true story. As soon as the pain was gone I went back to life as normal, I had never even stopped to be grateful for the healing my hands had received.
I know that story can sound super dramatic, but I never realized how much when your hands are blistered and splintered it can affect little tasks and be this thorn in your side. It made me think about how amnesia prone I am. We all get wounds, whether physical, emotional, or spiritual. Some heal so that we don't even remember we ever had them, others become scars that are a constant reminder of a battle we survived. To me, the wounds on my hand and my lack of realizing they had even been healed contrasted with my desperation for them to get better is a perfect example of my spiritual life.
When I have wounds that need healed and things are tough, I'm desperately on my knees begging for healing, but then when things get easy, and my wounds aren't so fresh, I instantly forget that He answered me! Yet the things we have scars about....we don't let ourselves forget those. I don't even remember what used to hurt once it's been healed. I have healing amnesia. I don't want to have amnesia any longer. Amnesia causes me to miss out on some awesome opportunities to give glory to our God. Thank you God, for having mercy even when I have amnesia of your goodness. What about you? Do you suffer from amnesia? Hopefully, you're amnesia immune.
Every day I had those splinters, I was hoping they would heal, and desperate that they would. They looked really gross. Today, I suddenly looked down at my hands and realized I hadn't thought about them in over a week. To my surprise, all my wounds were gone and I hadn't even realized it! There was not even one mark to remind me that hay bailing was a true story. As soon as the pain was gone I went back to life as normal, I had never even stopped to be grateful for the healing my hands had received.
I know that story can sound super dramatic, but I never realized how much when your hands are blistered and splintered it can affect little tasks and be this thorn in your side. It made me think about how amnesia prone I am. We all get wounds, whether physical, emotional, or spiritual. Some heal so that we don't even remember we ever had them, others become scars that are a constant reminder of a battle we survived. To me, the wounds on my hand and my lack of realizing they had even been healed contrasted with my desperation for them to get better is a perfect example of my spiritual life.
When I have wounds that need healed and things are tough, I'm desperately on my knees begging for healing, but then when things get easy, and my wounds aren't so fresh, I instantly forget that He answered me! Yet the things we have scars about....we don't let ourselves forget those. I don't even remember what used to hurt once it's been healed. I have healing amnesia. I don't want to have amnesia any longer. Amnesia causes me to miss out on some awesome opportunities to give glory to our God. Thank you God, for having mercy even when I have amnesia of your goodness. What about you? Do you suffer from amnesia? Hopefully, you're amnesia immune.
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