«He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed» (Isaiah 53:5).
By His stripes (wounds) we are healed. This principle also applies to our lives and our past. God can use our wounds as avenues to heal others.
The most precious gift we can give the world is not our talents, but our weaknesses. Paradoxically, our most effective service does not flow from our strengths, but from our tears (see 1 Corinthians 1:25-29)
It’s not that God can’t use our talents. Of course, He uses them. However, where we weep and bleed, the soil of the soul is watered, softened, and becomes more fertile.
The wounds we hide and deny become infected and contaminate our ministry with selfish motivations, but the wounds we accept and give to Jesus are transformed. A river of healing can flow for others exactly where life hurts you. The same stinking garbage from the past that you try to hide is what God wants to turn into fertilizer. Your ministry is where your cross is.
I know a woman who was abused by her stepfather and today she is dedicated to rescuing victims and teaching them about forgiveness. Another woman who never felt loved by her parents has now rescued more than thirty orphans from the streets of India. I know a woman with an emotionally absent mother who showed me how to understand and communicate my emotions. All these women brought an expensive offering to the feet of Jesus: their authenticity. They brought their wounds with courage and humility. They brought ashes, broken dreams, and tears. By taking this offering of emotional bread and fish, Jesus fed a multitude. Never hesitate to take your wounds to Jesus! Our scars do not disqualify us from serving others. They are credentials of God’s healing power.
Jesus, please give me the emotional courage to be authentic with You, with myself, and with others. I give You everything I am and what I have, including my past and my wounds. I believe that You can heal me! I think that in time, You will turn my sorrow into dancing, You will take off my mourning clothes and clothe me in joy. I think You can turn my wounds into avenues to serve others.