A while back I burned my hand. Today I have a bright pink, soft scar. This scar is a vivid reminder to me of how the body heals itself….
My Mom has recently journeyed the road of a broken ankle. From before the surgery to pins and plates to almost complete healing, I am reminded of how the body heals itself….
I see the bumps and bruises and scabs that cover the knees and elbows of my nieces and nephews and I am reminded of how the body heals itself…
I have seen friends and loved ones journey through cancer and disease and I am reminded how the body heals itself….
I am choosing to go into my surgery this week focusing on the power of healing….
I am choosing to go into my surgery this week focusing on the miracle of healing…
I am choosing to go into surgery in awe of the mystery of healing….
I am choosing to go into my surgery deeply grateful for the hand of God in healing….
I am choosing to go into my surgery believing more than i have ever allowed my own mind to believe…that every day and in so many ways, my body will be healing itself…
Thank you Jesus….
