I’m glad you were wounded. Not because I’m glad you got hurt. Especially not to go through what you did. That was something crazy. What they did to you on the cross. That’s on some other level.

I’m glad though because I get wounded. Not a wound that can be fixed with a plaster or some bandage. But a wound on the inside. Those wounds caused by someone’s words. Or by the mean stuff people do. And then those wounds caused by the lies we tell ourselves.

It helps me to know that you understand what I’m going through because you were also wounded.

Read Isaiah 53:5 here –http://bit.ly/2yFUp8y

It helps me to know that because of You, my wounds can heal.