God heals the brokenhearted
and bandages their wounds.
God counts the stars by number,
giving each one a name.
Our Lord is great and so strong!
God’s knowledge can’t be grasped!
The Lord helps the poor,
but throws the wicked down on the dirt!
Sing to the Lord with thanks;
sing praises to our God with a lyre!
God covers the skies with clouds;
God makes rain for the earth;
God makes the mountains sprout green grass.
God gives food to the animals—
even to the baby ravens when they cry out.
God doesn’t prize the strength of a horse;
God doesn’t treasure the legs of a runner.
No. The Lord treasures the people
who honor him,
the people who wait for his faithful love.
Food For Thought:
“The more healing I experience, the more I understand one of the most magnificent truths of the Christian faith: God can turn our worst pain into the source of our giftedness. It is no accident that my life’s work involves helping people invite Jesus into the worst moments of their lives.” –From Ashes Transformed by Tilda Norberg
Healing God, comfort me when my heart is broken. Comfort me when I am scared. Turn my mourning into dancing. Turn my sorrow into joy. Turn my pain into a gift. In my worst moments, heal me and make me new, and give me the faith to believe that you can. Amen.