We all do it. We take a perfectly good wound -- one intended to teach us something, to grow us closer to God -- and we try to cover it up with an ill-fitting bandage. Sometimes we act in desperation, grabbing dirty napkins from the ground just to have something to put over the wound so we don't have to see it, so we don't have to be reminded that it's still there.
We do it for our friends, too. We say and do the wrong things to help them move on from their own pain, we speak and act without thinking or praying first. Maybe we just want the pain to be over for them, or maybe we don't want to look at their wounds because those wounds disturb us.
This past weekend, I was a leader and guest musician at a women's conference for nearly 200 women of all ages. The women moved me with stories of their healing, their pain, their mistakes. They've wasted time (haven't we all!?!) trying to cover up the pain through improper relationships, eating or drinking too much, looking at porn, and even having children. They've felt the pain of losing husbands who have tried to heal their own wounds in the wrong ways, as well.
It reminds me to ask myself what I'm doing to push past my own pain (or the pain of others), to create the illusion of healing without actually giving the wound time to breathe and heal. The more we apply the wrong bandages, the more we delay the process by refusing to put the pain in God's capable hands.
"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." - Psalm 147:3