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“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Psalm 147:3 (ESV)

Wiped out – it only took a second. Cool breeze blowing through my hair, warm sunshine beaming down and then it happened. I went across the bridge too fast, and the wheel of my bike hit the corner of the sidewalk. A perfect landing on the soft grass would have been awesome, however, I greeted the rough sidewalk instead. No cell phone to call for help. No gear to protect me from the fall – did I mention I was wearing flip flops. No one with me – I was doing the solo journey.

Determined to finish my 40 minute ride, I got back on my bike despite the blood running down my leg. Pedaling was no longer easy and carefree; my journey had quickly become hard and painful. By the time I finished, my wounds were evident as I limped into the house. Sweet husband took one look and came to my rescue. Gently he cleaned me up, bandaged my knee (minus a lot of skin) and made sure I was okay – so love that man.

Ever wipe out in life? Been there too when we’ve chosen to solo through life not needing anyone. Navigating our own path at a fast pace – making our own decisions. And then it happens – we find ourselves flat on our face kissing the ground. Disconnected from anyone who could help us get back up. Totally exposed because we chose to step outside of God’s protection. No one to make it all better because we’re doing the solo journey.

So what do we do? We could keep going despite the pain or we could turn around and run into the arms of Jesus? Limping and wounded, our wipe out could be our most defining moment if it draws us closer to Him. Jesus longs to cleanse us, bind our wounds and shower us with His love and grace. Despite our independence and rebellion, our Rescuer is waiting, ready to meet us where we are.

“Sweet Jesus , Your mercy and grace welcomes us even in our dirtiest moments – so prone to wander – so thankful You seek even one lost sheep.”

For His Glory

Janet Martin
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