When I get injured I must clean the wound at once, thoroughly and well. When I have bitterness or bad taste in my mouth, I must not swallow it back. I must quickly spit it out, lest it is poisonous. When I get ill, I must make haste to apply remedy. What good is it to delay? I must not wait. Lest I wait and I become more unfit and my poor health is beyond treatment. Lest I wait and the wound gets worse and the sting of pain is aggravated and the scar left is too ugly to sight. Lest I wait and the poison spreads and becomes too lethal and too fatal that nothing is able to prevent it from killing me. I understand I am not able to do any healing. But I must make every endeavour to heal that is within my power to do and do it carefully. He is the one who orders it done and He is the One who does it and He will do it. Blessed is the LORD of my soul! LORD who heals and resurrects sickly and deadened soul.

posted by Graciana@Home at 3:53 pm