My finger is healed!

A few weeks ago I cut my finger while slicing potatoes for vegetable soup. My mom was visiting while my husband was out of town. When I first felt the knife slice into the edge of my index finger, I knew I was in trouble! I immediately put pressure on it, to keep it from bleeding worse and covered it with a dishtowel, so I wouldn't see the blood. Blood makes me faint! I really can't control it- it just happens. Anyway, my mom helped me to clean it up and put a bandage on it. She wasn't a very compassionate nurse however, because she laughed when I mentioned that I thought it may need stitches. In the hours and days to follow my finger went through a metamorphosis of sorts. It went from red, to blue, to brown and yellow in color. First it looked like a chunk of flesh had been cut out and then laid back on top of my finger. I didn't think it would ever grow back together! It was extremely sore and tender to the touch. After about a week, I decided to keep the bandage off. Being out in the open seemed to speed up the healing. And besides no one even noticed that I had a hurt finger, with or without the bandage. Little by little the finger has healed. I hadn't thought much about it lately, until this morning. I looked at it and the chunk of flesh has miraculously grown seamlessly back in place and there is only a pin-sized scar left. You are probably wondering why on earth I am telling you about this. Well it dawned on me that my finger is a lot like my heart. When I am hurt, bruised, or broken by another it overwhelms my thoughts and my life. Some people never notice that I bear the scars and others may laugh it off when I share the hurt, but that doesn't lessen my pain. It is only when I go to the Healer of my heart, who brings me the salve of His Word and the bandages of His Spirit that I begin to heal. It is a slow process, yet over time, I come to a moment when I realize that it is only a little pin-sized nick in my heart that is barely even noticeable. I am amazed at the healing power of God. He takes my often hurt heart and not only heals it but makes it stronger in the process. My heart is healed! Psalm 107:20
Lord, give me eyes to really see those hurting around me and Your healing Word to apply to their hearts. Forgive me when I laugh to myself, "Can't they just get over that or get a little tougher?" Help me to be a bearer of healing words not hurting words. Praise the Healer.