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There is more than being whole again

  • Writer: Sarah Trent
    Sarah Trent
  • Sep 20, 2024
  • 1 min read

Do you want healing for yourself, or do you want to be a vessel through which healing flows into the lives of others? There is a deeper call beyond just being “whole” again—it's the call to allow God's power to work through you. In Scripture, Jesus didn’t just touch people with healing; He empowered His disciples to go and touch others. When the Lord does a work in you, it’s not for you alone, but so that rivers of living water may flow through you, quenching the thirst of a weary and broken world. As Isaiah said, “And the LORD shall guide thee continually, and satisfy thy soul in drought, and make fat thy bones: and thou shalt be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water, whose waters fail not” (Isaiah 58:11. This is the heart of Jesus—when we seek healing, not as an end but as a beginning, we become conduits of grace. It’s not just about being healed; it's about being poured out, surrendered, so that the balm of Gilead touches lives far beyond your own. The question isn't just if you want to be healed, but if you're ready to be part of the healing that God is wanting to bring through you. Will you let His power flow through you like oil from the hands of the Great Physician, reaching beyond your own need into the lives of those still in desperate need of His touch? Are you willing to make being used for his glory more important than being whole again? “In my deepest wound, I saw your glory, and it astounded me.”🤍


 
 
 

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