There is real pain in life. There are cuts that gouge deep. They're painful, and they bleed. They scab. The scabs itch and we tear them open. The burning drives us insane and we just want to be healed.
Iím covered in scabs. Some have healed into scars, no more than puffy blemishes on my skin. Reminders of my past. Others are fresh. Our nature causes us to inflict wounds on ourselves and others every day.
In my own experience, Jesus healed me.
God found me in a middle-class american high school life, nothing dramatic about it. But God never left me, even when I allowed Him to gather dust in the darkest corner of the closet while I played with things I didn't understand, but couldnít resist.
God has freed me from those things. Although not gone, my wounds are soothed. I am comforted. In my pursuit of God I am led through life. A follower of Christ is never free from challenges. Never free from pain. Often we are tempered in a more intense fire, only to emerge stronger, and more beautiful.
The trials in life are used by God as the blacksmith uses the hammer. Every sinful act, every worldly failure can be turned to good at the direction of the Almighty.
I donít know the details of your journey. I donít know your sorrows, past or present. But I know the Word of God is truth, and the truth has set me free absolutely.
I canít help you, but I know my relationship with God has helped me. He can help you if you, if you ask Him to.