My Remedy

“When Jesus heard this, he told them, ‘Healthy people don’t need a doctor— sick people do. I have come to call not those who think they are righteous, but those who know they are sinners.’” MARK 2:17

My child,

I rejoiced with the angels the day you embraced the truth of your condition. I reached out. You took my hand. You understood your soul was too sick for a human remedy. You accepted the reality that you missed the mark of my perfection and needed a supernatural intervention. When you surrendered to my care, I flooded your heart with the eternal cure for your sin sickness.

I am also your daily remedy, no matter what plagues you. Your ultimate spiritual, emotional and physical healing will take place when we see each other face to face. But even now, you can experience the stunning ways I can cause you to thrive as you pursue my glory.

“I flooded your heart with the eternal cure for your sin sickness.”

Our enemy still seeks to infect you with his malicious viruses of hate, despair, anxiety, jealousy and pride. But as you are increasingly dependent on me, I will boost your spiritual immune system.

The attacks will continue, but you will enjoy greater vigor as you sip from the pure, healing water of my presence. Come to me and drink.

I love you,

Abba

My Abba,

Maybe the reason this analogy remains powerful for me is because I have struggled with chronic illness for so many years. I am keenly aware of what it’s like to be sick. And, since I live with diseases doctors don’t know how to cure, I am not accustomed to depending on humans for healing. You are my only viable physical, emotional, and spiritual remedy.

As I think about it, though, I wasn’t just spiritually sick when you rescued me. It was worse than that. I was past the point of recovery. I was actually dead in my sin. Since dead people can’t do anything for themselves, I certainly could not make myself come alive. I needed a whole new life. When it comes to resurrection, you are the only competent one. Thank you for doing for me what I could never do for myself.

Please help me to see my day-to-day desperate dependence on you as the gift that it is. Then I will not despise the path of suffering that brought me to this divine place where I am utterly reliant on you. Please anoint my heart with the soothing oil of your presence. Cause your love to saturate the injured places in my heart, mind, and body, to comfort and bring new life.

And when denial rears its cunning head and I don’t see the dire straits I am in, please disturb my delusion. Revive me. Wake me to the wonder of you.

I love you,

Mollie

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