“Patience,” the doctor told me this week. “This is going to take time. A lot of time. Be ready for it, OK?”
I’ve lost count now. I no longer know how many times I’ve been to the doctor, to the emergency room, the X-ray room, to the laboratory following my car accident.
More than two months have passed. The Y-shaped wound — the one that reminds me of Yahweh — is still there on my leg. It’s not just a scar, but a wound, still in need of healing. It’s a reminder of my accident. But it’s more than that. It’s a reminder of God’s protection.
But it hasn’t healed. The appearance of outward healing was only a disguise, the doctor says. Underneath, I’m still hurting.
I have an infection. Sometimes, when it gets bad, some ugly stuff seeps out. When it’s really bad, it hurts.
But you know what? God is still God. He gets it. He knows when I hurt. He’s in control. I just want to testify to that right now: I trust God.
With this Y, I refuse to ask “Why.” He was there. He is here
. He knows the answer. Why ask why?
The doctor gave me an antibiotic, opened my wound again — the second time now — and told me to let this one heal from the inside out.
From the inside out.
An open wound. We’re starting over …
Oh, glory to God. What better way to heal? Not just physically, Lord, but heal the rest of me, too, Lord. Let me heal from the Inside Out.
No faulty appearances. No pretenses. No surface healing. But full healing, from the Inside Out.
“Y. Not Why.”
“Consume me from the inside out Lord
Let justice and praise become my embrace
To love You from the inside out”
— “Inside Out” by Hillsong