A couple of years ago, I attended a ladies retreat where there was a tongues and interpretation. The room was filled with 2000 ladies. I recall that despite that there were so many women in that room, I knew in my heart of hearts, that the message spoken was for ME. Of course, when God speaks to the body, the message is for everyone. Maybe its pride, maybe it’s arrogance, or maybe it was really just something that spoke in my soul that said .. I want this. I want this message to be mine. The message spoke of listening, really listening, to the ladies on the stage because God said … they had been to the healing place.
Of course, at the time, I didn’t really know what that meant. What exactly was the healing place? Was it a specific location? Could anyone go there? Was there a cost to go there? Where do you even begin? …. So many questions and not many answers left me with a deep-seated desire to get to this place. Despite that I was Holy Ghost filled and blood bought … despite that I had spent many hours at several alters pouring my heart out to God … despite that I had spent hundreds of hours in prayer … there were still things inside of me that I just couldn’t get away from. I’m not even sure I can accurately put my finger on it other than to say that there were holes in my heart that hurt. Things in my life that haunted me that while God knew, I somehow didn’t know how to let go of. Some people put up walls and call it being free, others put on a smile and hide the hurt, I seemed to be plagued with my hurts seeping through at the altar behind unspoken words and sobs as my soul begged for mercy. This was a couple of years ago.
I sought pretty hard for God after that. I wanted the healing place. I wanted to know what true freedom really is. I found out that healing and freedom were none of the things I thought they were. I thought that once I had reached that place, that it would be nirvana. I thought that I would finally be able to walk around and not feel insecure. I thought that I would finally be able to feel the joy non-stop instead of continuously having life frustrate me with challenges. I thought I would always be able to handle every situation with a smile and calm and know that it was real instead of feeling that I was hiding behind a wall of pretense. Nope … the healing place was none of those things. Neither is freedom.
We had a guest preacher in today that spoke of the healing place. He didn’t call it that, but that’s exactly what it was. I’ve been there now, so I know. He was talking about the healing place. It’s the place where we are confronted with all kinds things that we never expected. It’s the place where we are forced to face some of the most dreaded things in our lives. It’s the place where you life seems to be falling apart. It’s the place where you are certain, you can relate with Job. It’s the place where you find out people will fail you .. even family. It’s the place where you find the world will fail you. It’s the place where you find out that yes, the church too will fail you. It’s the place where you learn …. complete dependence on Jesus.
But it’s not just learning about being let down. It’s also learning about trust and confidence in God. Not just in God, but His ability to restore. His ability to rebuild what He had just torn down. His ability to work in others and regain your trust in those who may have let you down. It’s about learning to depend on God for finances and health and trusting that even if it doesn’t look like you thought it should, God’s got it all under His control. It’s about learning to fear the power of God and not take it for granted. And somehow, through all of this, at the same time, He pulls you in closer and lets you see HIS heart. I’m sorry, but if you want to be close to God, there is absolutely no way to do it without jumping in the fire. You can get close and feel His heat, but until you allow the fire to consume you .. you will never get to the place where you see Him standing in the flames with you.
Please don’t be afraid of the healing place. Please don’t be afraid or refuse to go through the valley. If you look at your circumstances and think you might be there, please be encouraged. It’s a frightening place but this is the place where you learn to discern the hand of God. This is the place where you learn to discern God’s touch. If you are looking at the fire and have been afraid to jump, be encouraged, He’s at the door waiting for you to ask Him to lead you through.
This is the place where you learn that God will truly never leave you nor forsake you. There is so much beauty there! There is so much that God wants to salvage from that place! But He will only salvage those that want to be salvaged. He will only rebuild those that choose to go through this process. We, the church, have been blessed so much. It’s time for more of us to be willing to enter in to the healing place. There is a world out there crying out to God to show them just how real He is. There is a world out there crying to see Him alive in others. There is a world that wants to know the true blessing of serving a God that is alive and holy. And there is a God who wants to guide you through this place to show you just how beautiful it really is … just how MUCH there is to salvage!
The healing place is where God teaches you to close your eyes and listen with your heart …… it’s only then that you hear the lost souls crying out.