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WOUNDED IN I.C.U.
by Suellen Fry As my fists clenched together the pain was more than I could bare. I closed my eyes for a moment and thought to myself; here I was again back in the I.C.U. I had been here before, and was sent straight to the first available operating room where the best surgeon began scrubbing up, preparing to operate on my wounds. I could feel my heart losing its strength. It had been damaged. I tried to grasp for air as my lungs worked over time. My bones felt weak and my muscles ached. Even my mind seemed lost for a time. The pain grew more intense as I was waiting for the master surgeon to enter my presence. How could this hurt so bad? And, just when I thought I would lose my mind, I looked up-and there he was-the master surgeon-Jesus. I was in HIS place-a place of safety- a place for the broken hearted, and shattered vessels. I was in the Intensive Christ Unit. As I looked up at my maker I realized that only a major operation could save me now. This would be no ordinary task. And only He knew what must be done. "How much more can I bare", I asked. "I already bared it for you", He replied. " But Lord, he hurt me again. He betrayed me" I said as I tasted another salty tear. "Yes,I know all about betrayal", he said with a tear crawling down his left cheek. "So now what Lord? My world has fallen apart, now what do I do"? The chief surgeon slowly lifted me from the gurney and held me in his arms. He wiped my salty tears as he rocked me back and forth. The operation had begun. As the Lord began to heal my broken heart and bound my wounds, I surrendered my self to my creator at that moment. I am still in I.C.U. and I haven't been told when my release date is. At this time I am chained to a very large cross that follows me where ever I go. But you know what's funny? I could swear that the last time I looked that cross seemed to be a little smaller. Sometimes healing is slow. I know this time around I will be in the recovery room for awhile. But that's okay,I've got all the time in the world. And there's just one more thing. Each time I pick up that cross, it feels a little lighter. Today-as I began to lift my cross-I glanced over my shoulder and noticed a shadow of man I'd seen before. As he helped to push the cross up off the ground, he smiled at me. I smiled back. Thank-you Jesus He heals the broken hearted And binds up their wounds. Psalm 147:3 Suellen Fry-Washington was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania in 1957. She now resides in Bradenton, Florida with her and 8 year old son. As an aspiring Christian writer she hopes that her stories will touch someone's heart and perhaps change the direction of someone's life! Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |