Heal me, Lord.

 Heal Me, Lord

A Reflection on Psalm 30:2 and Jeremiah 17:14

Heal me, Lord—my body, my mind, my heart.

Every wound that tears me apart,

Every ache that whispers in the night,

Every shadow that hides from the light.

Lord my God, I called to You for help, and You healed me. (Psalm 30:2)

Heal the places no one sees—

the secret grief, the silent disease.

Heal the memories that haunt and sting,

the brokenness that holds its sting.

You are the Great Physician, the mender of the crushed.

You spoke, and fevers fled; You touched, and lepers hushed.

The same voice that cried, “Be still,” to the raging of the sea

Now whispers over my affliction, “Child, rise and be set free.”

Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved, for You are my praise. (Jeremiah 17:14)

Not always in a moment, not always as I seek—

But Your timing is perfection, Your healing strong and meek.

Sometimes the miracle is instant, sometimes it's a slow release,

But every step toward wholeness is a step toward Your peace.

So I bring my broken pieces, my weakness, and my pain.

I trust that You are working, that I will not remain

The same as I was yesterday. Your power is made known

When I admit I cannot heal myself and trust Your grace alone.

But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on Him, and by His wounds we are healed. (Isaiah 53:5)

Heal me, Lord—in Your time, in Your way.

Use the doctors, the medicine, the hands that pray.

But ultimately, I rest in You, the Source of every cure.

Heal me, Lord. I trust You. I am Yours. I am secure.

Amen.