I read something on the world-wide web last night that was ...well disturbing. Or should I say, it had the potential to be utterly devastating to me. But instead of being sad or depressed, I found that I wasn't really shaken at all. I had this strange sense of separation from the whole thing. I didn't realize it until this morning when I thought of a conversation I had with a friend concerning this very thing. And the thought came to me...this is healing. Am I healed? No. But I'm catching a glimpse of real healing. I wasn't heart-broken. I wasn't destroyed or even sad.

Today has been good after I made this little realization. Will I ever move past this season of constant pain and ripping? Yes, I will. I already am. God is working in me. He's changing me, He's caring for me and healing me. There is no greater comfort than knowing that the God of the universe loves you and is binding up your wounds. There is no other comfort in all of the world than that right there.