William Shakespeare penned these lines:
"How poor are they who have not patience;
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?"
When we were young boys we had a best
friend by the name of Richard Adkins.
(and he still is, eternally so) who, while we
were playing, accidentally stepped on our
And, while the puncture wound developed
in an instant, there was a longer span of time
which had to elapse in order to permit his foot
Most of the time it appears that wounds of the
spirit acquired much quicker than they are heal
But then, perhaps it's all in the mind's eye.
Are we focusing on our wounds and those who
have inflicted them, or are our eyes affixed on
If, like Caesar, we have been wounded by our
friends (which is often the case, since we seldom
place much trust and confidence in our enemies),
There is One who readily understands our wounds,
and by His stripes we shall be healed.