One day shortly after God miraculously healed my Dad's broken neck and back, the Lord came to me. He said, "You think that healing a body is a huge miracle (and it is), but don't underestimate the most miraculous thing; the healing of a wounded heart". Then He said, "Let Me show you your heart". I saw a heart, full of sores - gross and infected. It smelled. It was struggling to beat. It was absolutely disgusting and I was repelled at the sight of it. OH GOD - is this MY heart?? It is?!? I'm gross! How can this be? How can this heart of mine be healed? Infection was oozing through my heart. It looked beyond repair. And I felt absolute despair. Was I really that bad? But I have never really been "rebellious"! I've gone on missions! I've witnessed to a lot of people!
And God pointed out to me a sore on my filthy heart and said, "That's what YOUR righteousness looks like." And I cried to God, "Then there's no hope! What can be done for my heart?"
Suddenly, God's finger reached towards my heart. On it, there was oil and ointment. He touched a gaping, infected sore. The sore disappeared. One by one He touched my sores. Slowly the stench in the room dissipated and my heart began to beat stronger, at first tentatively, then with the full force of an athlete. He replaced my "righteous" filth with the righteousness of Jesus.
Once the sores were gone, I saw some stab wounds. Every time my heart beat, the wounds would hurt. Those wounds were from people who had hurt me. God reached down again with His finger and put a soothing salve on those stab wounds and they began to heal. But one wound, the biggest one, did not heal. "Forgive", God said, "Forgive them". I forgave those people who had hurt my heart, and the wound began to heal, eventually leaving only a scar. The scar remained as a testimony to others - so they could witness the mighty healing power of God.
My Father spoke once more, "Healing a heart - that's the biggest miracle, but nothing is impossible for Me."
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