📖“He heals the broken-hearted and binds up their wounds.”
Psalm 147:3
In the stillness of our group prayer session, where I'd received ministry, something sacred unfolded.
A vision was shared: The Lord stood surrounded by angels, His hands tender and purposeful. He released a balloon — something once held, now gently surrendered — and then turned His full attention to a heart He was holding in His hand.
He wasn’t hurried. He wasn’t frustrated.
With extraordinary care, He stitched and shaped the brokenness with golden thread.
The angels watched in awe. One leaned in and asked, “Whose heart is that, Lord?🤔”
He smiled with that unmistakable blend of fierce love and gentle delight.
“Trixi’s,” He replied.
That single word pierced through everything.
He knows your name. He knows your wounds.
And He doesn’t discard the broken — He restores them with love.
Like a master sculptor, He shapes what was shattered into something sacred.
Like the stitches in clay, He marks your healing with beauty and intention.
The pain wasn’t wasted.
The process isn’t random.
The hands that formed the stars are the same ones restoring your heart — thread by thread, breath by breath, prayer by prayer.
So let Him work. Let Him hold your heart.
Even when it feels raw. Even when it takes time.
Because the Great Physician doesn’t rush the miracle.
And when the angels ask whose heart is being healed —
He says yours, too.
Reflection:
“Imagine your heart in the hands of the Lord.
What is He doing with it? Stitching, softening, sculpting? 🤔
What might the angels be saying as they witness your restoration? 🤔
Write from that holy perspective — what do you see, feel, and hear? 🤔”
Life Application:
Affirmation:
Creative Prompt:
💌 Create an Affirmation Card:
Front:
“In the hands of the Great Physician, my heart is not discarded — it is being restored.”
Back:
He calls me by name.
He knows every wound.
And He is tenderly threading healing into the places I once thought were beyond repair.
Closing Prayer:
“The Lord is close to the broken-hearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” — Psalm 34:18
Heavenly Father,
Thank You for holding my heart so tenderly.
In the places where I have felt forgotten, You have called me by name.
In the wounds I tried to hide, You have drawn near with healing in Your hands.
I give You permission to continue the sacred work —
To stitch what has been torn, to breathe life into what has felt lifeless,
And to write redemption into every broken piece.
I choose to trust the process, even when it hurts.
Because I know Your hands are faithful.
Your love is fierce.
And You never abandon the work You begin.
Wrap me in Your peace.
Anchor me in Your love.
And remind me, day by day, that my story is safe in Your hands.
In Jesus’ name I pray,
Amen.
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