Quotes about Healing

When I'm troubled by thoughts of hurtful experiences in my past, I'll look for You in those painful memories. You know all about them, and You are ready to meet me there. I can invite You into those broken places and collaborate with You in putting the fragments back together in new ways.

even Jesus was resurrected with his wounds." I like that: we, too, are raised to a vocation with the wounds of our past intact, visible, and a witness to what God can do.

The church is the place to get the kind of help you need" and to "love you to wholeness.

I'm aware that "enemy love" still scandalizes many a fundamentalist and liberal alike. Who wants a Savior who loves the enemies we want to kill? Who wants to witness to the God whose love falls like rain on the just and the unjust alike? Who wants a God who longs to heal those who have hurt us so they hurt no more? Who wants a Christ who comes to us in the pain we want to run from?

As we grow detached from things, we come (with God's help) to master our desires, and we give the mastery over to God. Discipline and divine grace heal the intellect and the will of the effects of concupiscence. We can begin to see things clearly.

Judgment, then, is not an impersonal, legalistic process. It is a matter of love, and it is something we choose for ourselves. Nor is punishment a vindictive act. God's "curses" are not expressions of hatred, but of fatherly love and discipline. Like medicinal ointment, they hurt in order to heal. They impose suffering that is remedial, restorative, and redemptive. God's wrath is an expression of His love for His wayward children.

I'm a good man with a good heart had a tough time, got a rough start But I finally learned to let it go.

Anger is not bitterness. Bitterness can go on eating at a man's heart and mind forever. Anger spends itself in its own time.

When you're grieving that's not the time to be brave or strong, you need to let it show

I honor my grief. I try to be kinder to myself. I give myself time to move through and to process whatever is making me sad.

the old man laughed loud and joyously, shook up the details of his anatomy from head to foot, and ended by saying that such a laugh was money in a-man's pocket, because it cut down the doctor's bill like everything.

He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love.