It’s not that I don’t like doctors, or even that I don’t like going to doctors. What I don’t like is that it seems that often, by the time I finally get an appointment and go, I am feeling better. So in the end I just spent $50 so sit in a small windowless room and hear that whatever was ailing me seems to be subsiding.
I am a – can I fix it myself? – kind of woman. I do this with broken cars, plumbing, vacuum cleaners, broken computers, you name it and I will try to fix it myself first. Including my broken heart.
But this is not how it works with the heart. The broken heart, whether broken by sin or broken by pain is not a do it yourself project. Believe me, I’ve tried to do it myself. And I have failed. I might be able to distract myself for a little while, I may read books, listen to music, and find different ways to think about my brokenness – and the broken feeling in my heart may subside for a time. But it is short lived. Because a heart that is broken is a heart that needs the great physician.
Jesus didn’t come into this world to minister to those of us who insist we are well. He came to reach the hurting and the sick. He came to save the weak and the lost.
As a follower of Jesus I should always remember this, and I should always be ready to go to Him as soon as something hurts. I am learning, I am still stubborn sometimes and try to fix things myself but I am learning that my heart is safer in the hands of the Great I Am than it could ever be in my own hands.
Psalm 34:18 The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.
The thing is, we aren’t waiting for Him to fix us. He is waiting for us to give up the charade of self-sufficiency and seek Him.