“…the bones which thou hast broken shall rejoice.”
Anyone who’s had a bone broken, struggled to recover from surgery, gone through physical therapy, or even just had to rest a sprained ankle has walked the wildly unpredictable path of recovery.
And we all know that some injuries never quite heal. “Oh, that’s my bad knee,” we say. “I sprained that same ankle again!” we cry. Once injured–physically, spiritually, mentally–we carry it with us. We learn to work around it. We can train ourselves to avoid the situations that brought it about. We can take precautions. All of this is part of healing.
But what about the expectation of complete and total healing? What if, after an injury, we could be healed, and our very bones rejoice? How much beauty and joy do we have to look forward to? What of the possibility of no more triggers, no more entrenched habits, and no more scar tissue to deal with–beginning anew.
Only through the deepest love of God, the profound mercy of God, can broken bones rejoice.