A WOUND DRESSER’S RESUME
Can you believe it?
I actually asked God to make me a Wound Dresser.
Man!
What was I thinking?
My prayer seemed so spiritual at the time.
I smile and shake my head today—remembering. Little did I understand the mountain of “woundings” that would come with God’s “Yes.” And, this roller coaster… this assignment of His!
QUALIFICATIONS AND PREPARATIONS FOR A WOUNDRESSER:
You know that cute little question, “Got milk?”
Yeah, well my question to you goes like this:
- “Got a painful past?” or maybe,
- “Got a trail of tears and broken dreams?”
- Or, “Got so much guilt and shame you hate the mess you see in the mirror?”
Congratulations, you too, have all the qualities and experience required to be called as a woundresser!
God, and another plan.
Like the Apostle Paul, I had my own Damascus Road encounter with God. (See Coram Deo)
He showed up.
I believe, He showed up because He saw one beleaguered girl, searching for love in all the wrong places.
He showed up because He knew I didn’t have a clue about who He really was.
And He showed up because He knew I wasn’t going to come to Him.
In short this prodigal had to be—fetched.
I didn’t come to my senses like in the story of the prodigal son. [Luke 15]
Nope.
In my story, I am like that lost sheep.
The one where Jesus tells of leaving the ninety-and-nine “good” sheep, to go out and rescue the one who has wandered away.
God had to come after me because, just like Paul, I was so sure I knew who God was.
And, just like His Apostle I was certain—God didn’t care where I was, or what I did. So He decided to show up that day and introduce Himself. He barged in on all my “certainty” and shook me up so profoundly, I couldn’t ignore Him anymore even though secretly? I think I still wanted to.
Instead, He tenderly took this battered old heart of mine and began to teach me about His deep and abiding LOVE for me.
And, wonder of wonders, He also began to reveal how He wanted to take all the broken pieces of my life and use them.
Use them? My life. (It still stuns me!) How could a Holy God use such an unholy mess like me? When I looked at my past I saw only a junkyard—full of broken, wrecked, dreams. But when God looked at me… He saw potential for His purposes.
His Love is mercy wrapped in GRACE—and it is SO undeserved.
And, so amazing!
Women With Destiny 