Quotes About Healing

The spiritual meaning of love is measured by what it can do. Love is meant to heal. Love is meant to renew. Love is meant to bring us closer to God.

Love builds up the broken wall and straigtens the crooked path. love keeps the stars in the firmament and imposes rhythm on te ocean tides each of us is created of it and I suspect each of us was created for it

Being hurt by someone you truly care about leaves a hole in you heart that only love can fill.

The wounds of love can only be healed by the one who made them.

Let us not burden our remembrance with a heaviness that's gone.

One of the hardest thing to do in life is trying to forget that person who taught us to smile, love and to be happy.

When Someone you love dies , you never quite get over it...You just learn to slowly go on without them...BUT always keeping them tucked safely within your HEART....

Knowing somebody isn't part of your life anymore is hard... but the harder part is coming to realize that there's no one who can ever fully replace that person.

Sometimes you miss someone so much that you forget you are better without them.

When I'm gone just carry on, don't mourn, rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice. Just know that I'm looking down at you smilin', I didn't feel a thing so baby don't feel no pain, just smile back..

I'm thankful for every break in my heart, I'm grateful for every scar, some pages turned, some bridges burned, but there were lessons learned.

Losing them leaves this gaping hole in your life and nothing can fill it." He shook his head. "it's a loss you live with forever. I forget how much it hurts, sometimes for days at a time. And then it'll hit me again.

How many gunshots did a woman have to tend in one lifetime?

rubbed the ugly, jagged scar that ran from the corner of his eye to his hairline just above his ear. He was glad

Just rest another minute, Cass. You needed to cry those tears. You've been through a terrible time. Just let me hold you.

Try an' get some rest, darlin'." Clay pressed her back against her pillow. Sophie nodded. Clay stood and took a couple of steps toward the door. He paused and looked back at her, and then he awkwardly came back, leaned over, and kissed her on the forehead, then the cheek, then her lips. He brushed her hair back again. "You and the girls, and this life I've got myself into, will always be a miracle to me, Sophie.

Supposedly you drink to forget. The trouble is you don't forget, you remember—all the old insults and hatreds, real and imagined.

Our task shouldn't be punishing the villains in our lives, but enlarging the God who heals us from all wounds.

God illuminated something powerful in that moment. One e-mail represented my family of origin - a family bent toward hiding. And my new family, the one I'd forged from the ashes of my past, desperate for Jesus to help me, represents who I am today. I am loved. I am surrounded by children and a husband who cheer for me.

People were so fragile, so easily broken, so hard to put back together. "Mr.

I understand true life doesn't happen when I constantly gaze backwards, mulling over all the injustices others have done or I have done to others.

Jesus wastes none of our stories, even our tales of woe. He transforms them into epic adventures where we dare to face our past for the sake of our present.

We are to be agents of His great upside down Kindgom, where the outcasts are listened to, the broken are given dignity, and those suffering under the weight of sexual exploitation are rescued and healed.

That's the crux of my prayer for you as you walk through difficult relationship -- that you would begin to see God's storytelling in your life even in the midst of pain and bewilderment.