Medicine often only helps alleviate the symptoms as the illness runs its course, but does not necessarily treat the cause. Our bodies are quite fascinating in the way they were made to recover, rejuvenate, and persevere through sickness.
When the pain is less evident, as in emotional pain, though, we tend to let it remain in us, grow, and affect our everyday lives. We seek no cure, but to let time go by. We seek no relief, but television, addictions, and/or conformity, growing weary.
There will come a time when nothing else will satisfy. We will come to the end of ourselves and be able to cry out, "Lord, I need you!" and truly, fully, surrender to Him. That's a beautiful way to deal with our broken pieces. It's the only way.
I have experienced deep despair in the midst of depression and have found that breakthrough comes through worship. Worship did not change my situation; it changed my perspective and focus. God is worthy of my praise no matter how I feel. He is so merciful and good that He allows those moments to be a blessing to us even though they're all about Him! What a wonderful Father! The following is a short poem I wrote during one of those times recently:
The Broken Meets the Mender
When the broken meets the mender
When the broken does surrender
The Healer’s sovereign Hand
Though no one understands
Takes the hurt and says, “I Am.
I’ll take your burden, take my hand.”
The heart knows not how this takes place
Eyes unveiled behold His face
And when the broken meets the Mender
The spirit rests in sweet surrender
Broken, humbly kneeling
In no one else the heart finds healing
Take His yoke, feel His embrace
When the Savior bids us, “Come,” we are made whole by His grace.
We must allow Him to mend us and be a testimony of His grace.