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Right now Jesus is asking
you, "Wilt thou be made whole?" What is your answer? It is a free
gift just like salvation. Healing is His name...which is His character....He
is Jehovah-Rapha---the God Who heals. Jesus us asking you right now, wherever
you are, regardless of what you are doing, "Wilt thou be made whole?"
I came to a crossroad where
I was not sure what path I could take, God’s way or the world’s way. I could
no longer pretend to be trusting God and serving Him out of my servanthood.
I was serving and being busy to hide from myself.. I was hiding from dealing
with Sharon. I came to that crossroad no longer able or wanting to hide. I
came there desiring with everything in me to TRUST MY GOD WITH ALL OF MY HEART.
I sat by myself...with my Bible while my family slept...and I heard God's
voice in my heart, "Wilt thou be made whole?" It
was my choice to exercise my WILL. It was NOT something I had to learn, it
was NOT something I had to grow in to. God had saved me from an eternal burning
Hell.....He had more than earned trust by that alone. I had nothing more
to learn. It was MY VERY STUBBORN WILL that I had to surrender/give up. My
rebellion for the will of God --to surrender my will ....to recognize my problem
with my yesterdays was MY PROBLEM......Because it was MY WILL that prevented
MY HEALING.
The LORD Jesus Christ has
given us a question to ponder and then make a choice about, "Wilt thou
be made whole?" Jesus is asking each person each and every day, "Wilt
thou be made whole?" finished...completed....done....fulfilled....come
into existence. Are you ready to answer God's plea and WILL to be set free
from the sickness of your past? And once we do allow Him to set us free in our
surrender it is a complicated and absolutely marvelous journey to wholeness---a
journey that is well worth the effort.
The Balm is still in Gilead
When your heart is bruised and broken,
And your dreams in ashes lay,
The Balm is still at Gilead,
He healeth yet today;
When bent you stoop to kneel in tears,
Your prayers go not unheard,
The Balm is still in Gilead,
His heart can yet be stirred;
You do not need to prove your self,
Or strive or push or wrestle,
The Balm is still in Gilead,
Prove Him, trust on and nestle.
He wants to pour His ointment sweet
On life's deep hurting sores;
For the Balm is still in Gilead
The wounds He bore were yours
When toiling on with heavy breast
You labor not alone,
The Balm still speaks from Gilead
In sympathetic tone
When your work is spoiled and ruin'd
Your motive cast in doubt,
The balm is still in Gilead,
His name will bring you out
You do not need to prove your self
Or strain or pull or sigh
The Balm is still in Gilead,
He'll save if you but die.
He wants to pour His ointment sweet
On life's deep hurting sores;
For the Balm is still in Gilead
The wounds He bore were yours.
--David M. Atkinson
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