Quotes about Healing
He gives us more than we request by going deeper than we ask. He wants not only your whole heart; he wants your heart whole.
— Max Lucado
Guilt sucks the life out of our souls. Grace restores it.
— Max Lucado
God loves to decorate too. Actually, God has to decorate. Let Him live long enough in a heart, and that heart will begin to change. He'll move some forgiveness into that corner. He'll add some shelves and fill them up with His Word.
— Max Lucado
he does pledge to reweave your pain for a higher purpose.
— Max Lucado
But there is no way we can move forward together if you're going to hold me hostage to the past.
— Max Lucado
Are you angry with God? Tell him. Disgusted with God? Let him know. Weary of telling people you feel fine when you don't? Tell the truth. My friends Thomas and Andrea Davidson did. A stray bullet snatched their fourteen-year-old son, Tyler, out of their lives. Tom writes:
— Max Lucado
He wants to hear from us, even when our words are little more than angry arrows. Talking about it is the first step to healing.
— Max Lucado
Guilt leaves a tattooed heart.
— Max Lucado
Maar toen ze de tranen voelde opwellen, weigerde ze te gaan huilen. Ze duwde de herinneringen ver van zich vandaan.
— Max Lucado
So did yours. Joseph's pit came in the form of a cistern. Maybe yours came in the form of a diagnosis, a foster home, or a traumatic injury. Joseph was thrown in a hole and despised. And you? Thrown in an unemployment line and forgotten. Thrown into a divorce and abandoned, into a bed and abused. The pit. A kind of death, waterless and austere. Some people never recover. Life is reduced to one quest: get out and never be hurt again. Not simply done. Pits have no easy exits.
— Max Lucado
As soon as healing takes place, go out and heal somebody else.
— Maya Angelou
Love heals. Heals and liberates. I use the word love , not meaning sentimentality, but a condition so strong that it may be that which holds the stars in their heavenly positions and that which causes the blood to flow orderly in our veins.
— Maya Angelou