My wounded heart... caused me to think my soul had died and that all was lost forever. I despaired. Grief blotted out all joy. I cried. I grieved. I mourned. Then, I prayed: Oh Lord, thy will, not mine be done! Then Gods grace surrounded, encompassed, and wrapped me in the warm comforter of His love. I became aware that I was not lost after all and He had everything under control. Slowly, gently, day-by-day, as I leaned on and trusted Himthe healing took place. Like the peace of a hymn, the one called Amazing Grace, He healed the wound, the wound that had stolen all joy, happiness and dreams of the future from the minutes, hours and days of my life. Almost without my knowing, the wound Id thought to be fatal was healedlittle by littlein His time. As I tell you this today, many years have already gone by. The vicious throbbing ache of the wound is now a part of the past. Though there is still a scar that reminds me of the heartache of those times, there is now, no more pain. In its place, there is in my soul a havena placea knowingan awareness that, due to my lack of eloquence, I can only call: a place of trust. A safe harbor. A place of refuge. An oasis where His grace and love live side-by-side in me. You see, since the wounding of my heart, God has surrounded my life with His people. His love and theirs fills my heart with boundless joy, hope and great expectations for the future, both here and hereafter. I know the healing love of Jesus lives in me. My heart the heart that was once so broken, empty and grieved almost to dying, is, through His grace, now a heart filled to overflowing. I now have, thanks to His grace and your kindness and love a resurrected heart! Terry L. Weber This is an excerpt from my book: Anchors Of Faith
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