Knots Don't Remain Forever
Knots Don’t Remain Forever
I never thought I would get a massage. The thought of someone that I did not know touching me felt too close for comfort. But I finally gave in two weeks ago after receiving it as a gift. This gift opened my eyes beyond my initial anticipation.
Until I got a massage, I didn’t realize that my back had so many knots in it. For the past couple years I have felt stiff but I assumed it was normal. While lying on the massage table,I asked the masseuse-“ On a scale of 1-10, how bad is my back?” she replied with a chuckle “hmm I would say a 9 (haha)… not really, It’s about an eight..” I cringed. I probably became more tight at the thought that I was an eight. All this time, My muscles have become so tight but I had become numb to it.
Numbness is scary. It is scary because you think you can feel but in reality, your ability to feel is limited. It has reached it’s capacity until one becomes aware of the truth. I would never have known I was numb to the pain I was feeling if I did not get a massage. What makes it worse is that left to myself, I would not have tried it. It took someone else seeing that I was numb to my own pain, for me to get the help I needed.
It makes me wonder, what knots have I neglected to let God make me aware of? What have I become numb to? What have I gotten so used to that I pass it off as normal when God wants to bring healing? The Lord does not want his children walking around numb and/or afraid. He can gently help us work through the pain that we accumulate over the span of time. The Lord wants us to experience wholeness, yet it does come at a cost.
Ever since getting my massage, I have become aware of the knots in my back. Though my back felt great it also felt worse because now I could feel the pain that laid dormant. So I have already scheduled another appointment! haha If I could go back every day, I probably wouldn't have any knots. Though I cannot go back everyday, I can go back to the great physician daily. The one that I can come to just as I am and exchange ashes for beauty, pain for joy. Though life will never be perfect, living life based off the truth that I am his daughter makes the difference. That reminder is enough to believe that knots don’t remain forever. Every day I can experience his safe, healing touch. Freedom is his portion.
God will never fail us. Even if things don’t work out the way that we think it should work out, he still does not fail. Sometimes this truth feels plausible and other times it feels like a mystery I will forever unravel. Yet he is faithful to his children and mankind. We are his beloved, his treasure, the ones he fought for. He isn’t going anywhere and he will not leave us numb to our pain.