THE HEALER'S HANDS

As a young boy I always had a splinter or two somewhere in my body. I mostly learned to deal with them myself, but when they became really painful and I still could not remove them, I would seek help. I can still remember how difficult it was to extend my injured finger to another, even a person I trusted, knowing they could not actually feel my agony. But eventually I learned that to get better my injuries had to be exposed. They still do. While I’ve learned that others may indeed help, ultimately all my pains, both large and small, internal and external, must be placed into God’s Hands. Merciful Lord, You alone are the Great Physician, into Your tender grasp I entrust every sorrow. Even while I am being made whole, make me an instrument of Your healing love for others.