Plaster

I am ripping off the plaster that I put over your wound in the last season.

I am ripping it off because I see that you do not have the confidence that it is not still a festering, open, sore wound. I am ripping it off because I see that you are hanging onto the wound as you have found your identity and comfort in it.

I am ripping off the plaster because I have deemed it no longer necessary to cover that wound, for I have declared it healed. I am ripping it off because you still believe it is a work in progress and act like it is still there. I am ripping it off because I want you ready for this new season, free from old wounds and ready for the battles ahead.

But how can you know the condition of the wound if you do not look at it without the plaster on? How can you see that, in fact, there is no longer a wound? And how can you appreciate what a magnificent work I have done on your heart unless you look and see it has healed nicely, leaving only a scar?

Now when you look at the scar you will remember me and know that I am your healer.

Psalm 103:1-5 (NIV)

Bless the LORD, O my soul;

And all that is within me, bless His holy name!

Bless the LORD, O my soul,

And forget not all His benefits:

Who forgives all your iniquities,

Who heals all your diseases,

Who redeems your life from destruction,

Who crowns you with lovingkindness and tender mercies,

Who satisfies your mouth with good things,

So that your youth is renewed like the eagle