Purify me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Make me to hear joy and gladness, Let the bones which You have broken rejoice. Hide Your face from my sins and blot out all my iniquities.…Psalms 51:7-9
Have you ever broken a bone?
I have. Mama never knew what I’d break next. Thankfully (since I’m right-handed) my breaks all happened on my left side. My left pinky, my left big toe, my left elbow, and my left knee. The latter occurred as a willful act of disobedience.
My mom was a single mother with three daughters to raise. She worked evenings, so when we got home from school, she had to leave for work. We were commanded to keep all the doors locked and not go outside. I’d always obeyed—until the day I made the volleyball team. I was so happy! I went home after school, but our two-bedroom house couldn’t contain my excitement. I heard the neighborhood kids playing football in my backyard. How tempting was that? I snuck outside, started playing, and within minutes, I’d broken my leg.
Well. Blaine broke my leg.
But I digress.
I spent four days in the hospital and have two pins holding my leg together. A two-inch scar and a temperamental knee reminds me of the price I paid for my disobedience.
Did you know that God can break our bones? Psalms 51:7-9 refers to the physical and mental anguish we bring upon ourselves when we willfully sin. It’s a punishment for our wrongdoing, and it’s just. But the psalmist prays that those broken bones would rejoice. Why? Because he trusts that God will cleanse him from his willful sin. Like Jacob, the psalmist wrestled with the Lord in prayer for a blessing—the blessing of God’s forgiveness and removal of sin.
Broken bones are painful. The Shepherd will maim His erring sheep, but He will also set the injured limb. The Great Physician heals our wounds with His touch. He removes our lameness and causes us to leap for joy. Praise Him for not leaving us in our brokenness.
~ Jericha Kingston
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