30 May 13
I’m a bit of a control freak in the car; I want to be the one in control. I grew up loving to drive, and drive fast when I could. I just hate being a passenger.
My 1970 Nova SS (pictures circa 1886)
The ride started off okay, but things got hairy quick. First, she started accelerating a bit quicker than I was comfortable with. Our speed soon passed the legal limit and kept going up. Next she started deliberately cutting off other vehicles, forcing them to slam on their brakes. She ran a few yellow lights, then finally some reds. Blowing through the four-way stop and narrowly avoiding getting t-boned from both sides had me angry and ready to jump out of the car. My white knuckles on the arm-rest and my left foot repeatedly trying to jam down a brake pedal that was not there were not communicating my message very clearly. Thankfully, it was at this point in our drive that I sat straight up in the bed fully awake and shaking a little bit.
I looked over at my peacefully sleeping wife and gave thanks that we did not need to have this fight. I cuddled up to her and was back asleep in minutes.
Rarely do I remember my dreams. This despite the prominent warning labels on one of my medications that it causes “vivid” dreams. Even more rarely do I remember those dreams for more than a few hours. I had the one described above three nights ago. I guess you could say it kinda stuck with me, lol.
I read once that we have a built-in safety mechanism in our brains that doesn’t allow us to remember pain. We remember that there was pain associated with an event, like touching a hot light bulb or smacking our thumb with a hammer, but we do not remember the actual pain. The article I was reading on this was talking about physical pain, and it stated that if we could actually re-experience that pain, the countless scrapes, burns and contusions of our past would overwhelm our mental capacity and drive us insane. I thank the Lord for building this safeguard into us. I also thank Him for not allowing us to re-experience the emotional, mental and spiritual pain of our lives as well.
These pains tend to linger much longer than physical pain. Ask anyone that has lost a loved one, or been betrayed, or made fun of, etc. These hurts linger way past the initial time of the injury. Sometimes they require many years to recover from, and sometimes we hang on to them way past the time that we should. We allow these hurts to dominate us, losing our trust of others and lashing out in emotional pre-emptive strikes to “get them before they get me”.
But just like physical hurts and stressors, there is a healing process for the other kinds of injuries we deal with in this fallen world. This process involves going to the one that can heal us and turning our cares over to Him. We go to Him and tell Him what the symptoms of our ailment is, and what caused it. He will examine the wound, and if we allow Him to, begin treating it for us. This can be a slow process, I will admit. He gives us instructions on how to care for our wounds, binding them in scripture and protecting them from infection with daily doses of prayer. He will also prescribe a pain killer such as forgiveness towards those that wounded us initially. And over time, the wound starts to close up, though it may itch horribly while healing. Don’t scratch at it too hard or too long, because at this point it can easily be reopened. Continue with the advised treatment, and eventually, you will look up one day and realize that without your noticing it, there is barely even a scar. You will be able to remember the cuts, but not the actual pain. And if you are so inclined, you will be able to help others seek appointments with the Great Physician, guiding them on the path to his ‘office’.
Abba God, thank you for your grace, your mercy and your healing touch. When you saved my earthly life, I gave it over to you to do with as you would, and you instructed me to help others to find their way to your presence so that they too might find healing. While I fail miserably at times, I give thanks that you are always there to instruct me and correct me, even when it takes time to sink into my manskull. Despite my stubbornness and willfulness, you continue to guide me on your narrow path, drawing me closer to you. Thank you for never giving up on me, for loving me, and gracing me with the strength to be (mostly) obedient to your will for me. Guide my steps and bless my family Lord.
‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”