I Hear His Whisper: Encounter God’s Heart for Youনমুনা

Pain is healed in my love.

In the safety of my love is where pain heals. Some wounds I heal slowly. With gentle breath that won’t quench a sacred ember of hope, I bring you back to life. I cradle you safely in my arms. Other times, I come roaring with such passionate might that you’re healed in an instant.

No matter how I heal you, I do heal you. But you must let me. Fall into my arms off the edge of despair. Come into unreserved trust in me and let go of your pain. Place it in my hands—my nail-scarred hands. Choose to relinquish the identity of your pain that you have connected with. Remember who I am and who you are. It’s okay to feel pain, but it cannot define you, beloved. Give me your reasons for holding on to the pain. Surrendering doesn’t make you weak. It makes you brave. Though it’s scary at first, I will knock down those walls you’ve erected to protect yourself. Don’t worry, I will be right by your side.