I have some sores I hide away
I know like me, you have some too
Which like me, you also hide. Although
I’ve seen some flaunt their wounds
I feel ashamed to let mine out
So I hide not just the sores;
I hide me – way out of sight
I keep my cares out of the way
Lest someone trip and mess my sores.
I met wisdom last night and it said;
“Live your sores, deal your sores
Flaunt it not but hide it not
Air your sores and let them heal.”

Food For Thought: I like to mind my business and I don’t meddle. Not because I don’t care but because I don’t want to pry especially where I have not been invited or am not sure I’m welcomed. And I once considered myself fiercely private I kept my issues to just myself. I didn’t want to bug others who were dealing with things, obvious and undisclosed. Then the Lord taught me that there are burdens that are made lighter when shared with the right persons. Not because those with whom we share them have the ability to solve the problems. Airing sores relives the pressure, the pain, and makes room for healing to begin. That is not to say that we take our fears and cares and hang them in the neighborhood so they all know what we are dealing with. In fact, that brews more troubles than help. However, when we learn to air our sores to the right people whose steps God orders into our lives at appropriate times, we find not only relief, we find help that matches the need at hand. Everybody you meet is dealing with issues, you don’t have to pile yours on them, you don’t have to complicate their situation, but just hearing someone out, holding their hands at a tough time, giving a hug, a word of encouragement, or timely extension of care may not solve the problems but would give them the strength they need to travel the extra mile for healing and wholeness. I learned that hidden away, some sores would never get better; aired carelessly, they grow bitter and fester; but when aired under the right conditions, deliverance and healing locate them for good. May you find grace to manage your own sores.

Scripture: He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. Jeremiah 47: 3.

Prayer: Dear Lord, for those wounds I feel uncomfortable and ashamed to air, grant me wisdom on how to release them for healing, amen.