She was beautiful and pure, she'd followed the commands and dreamed of her royal days ahead. But her beauty was dragged through the mud of lust when her half-brother plotted to have her for his own. The sad story is found in 2 Samuel 13 and sinks its ugly claws all the way through the 2 following chapters.
If you don't have a gouge right now in your life -- thank God!
But don't be surprised when one day a rouge wind blows through and digs something deep into your rings of life.
If you do have a gouged out place in your world --- dare i say it --- can we bear to do it --- thank God...because HE IS WITH US and He is hard at work in the hardest places.
Even now, can you think of someone you love whose "side" has been dug out by something they neither asked for nor wanted.
Sometimes we are the "Tamar", the one wounded deeply; sometimes we are the Absalom, the one who loves and wants to protect the one whose bleeding beside us.
No matter the position we hold for the day, a Tamar or Absalom role, GOD knows what to do with the deep cuts, the rouge winds, the gaping gouges this world inflicts on those just trying to l-i-v-e.
It's in the moments after the wounding our compass is thrown off. We find ourselves on a pathway different than the one we set our feet on under the rising sun of the morning.
And while the life-sap is weeping out of us, we are faced with intense decisions that all of Heaven lingers to hope over. For how we respond... will alter... much...
The tree might have a chance of survival if someone would conceal its wound and seal what should not be exposed to air. But left uncared for, the weeping resin won't be able to hold back the attack of bugs. Those “flesh” eating bugs are waiting for the flow of resin to weaken enough for their biting mouths to tear into the tender insides ----- and they know ---- they are ready to kill.
Forgiveness can't be defeated.
We want to hit them hard when they're down so they react. We want them to react in the flesh – in the very flesh we've just weakened. Don't give them time to pause, let the plotting thoughts come quick, make it sound logical and right, and start digging teeth in to their most tender insides ----- so the poison can destroy ---- them ---- those around them ---- everything.'
healing comes right behind prayers -----
healing comes behind prayers ----
healing comes in prayer ----
healing comes ----
The wrong that has been done to us (or those we love)
will be handled by the God who sees
and He will respond,
in HIS time ----
in HIS ways.
Our healing might precede His dealing with them.
Imagine how Absalom's life story might have been different IF he had cared for his sister while leaning in to God to avenge the evil choices of Amnon.
Absalom could have gone to their father, the king, and pressed for the law to demand justice.
Absalom could have gone to his father, the KING, and laid the rod of vengeance in the mighty hands of the One who knew exactly what needed to come to Amnon's door.
Poor Tamar. Poor Absalom. The healing work of trusting God and forgiving others and covering over the wrongs done against them and praying ... they never felt that great flood of Heaven's healing.
It's a painful read --- those next chapters. Absalom had sons, but it is believed they all died at a young age. Tamar was never spoken of in the scriptures again. The toxins that flooded Absalom did not stop at the death of Amnon, it poisoned the rest of his life --- until he himself was killed, while hanging from his hair, tangled in the limbs of a tree.
Oh but imagine how differently their story could be told... if only...
For only Your hands know how to deal with those who wound us.