Healing- process of curing or becoming well: curative, remedial, therapeutic, medicinal, curing.
Sometimes healing takes a few minutes, days, a week, a month, a year, 10 years…
A rather obnoxious girl in my 3rd and 4th grade classroom struggles for attention every waking minute of every day. She’s going through a phase where she steals things from her classmates. One of the boys in 4th grade was searching for his skittles, and asking the others if they’d seen any sign of them. The teacher walked over to the questionable girl and asked in a “don’t mess with me” sort of tone, “Krista, did you take Sean’s skittles?”
Krista looked away and said rather adamantly, “No.”
“Krista…” the teacher repeated.
“Ok, fine! I took them!” the girl blurted out. She began to cry, feeling the guilt, shame and regret building.
“Krista, you need to return the skittles to Sean,” said the teacher.
“Yes ma’am…” Krista grabbed the skittles from the confinement of her backpack pocket and walked to Sean, who was still madly searching every inch of the classroom. “Here’s your skittles Sean.” She said rather timidly as she held them out.
“OH! THANKS KRISTA!” Sean shouted with an astonishing smile, lighting up his face. “Where’d you find them?!”
“I took them.” Krista said shamefully.
“You TOOK them?” Sean paused, a bit puzzled. “But why would you TAKE them?” The smile slid from his face, and a look of hurt and confusion fell in its place.
“I just wanted some. I’m sorry.”
“OH KRISTA! If you wanted some, why didn’t you just say so!? HERE! HAVE SOME!” Sean beamed with delight as he poured a handful of skittles into Krista’s palm.
I remember the first time I felt anger towards a friend this school year. We got in a small argument and their words and actions hurt me. It brought tears to my eyes to even think about the person. Two days later I sat around the table with him eating Sabbath lunch and laughing and talking like old times, totally oblivious to our previous conversation. Forgive and forget. Move on and heal.
But sometimes healing takes a little longer than an explanation or two days to forget.An old friend and I were catching up last night. I told her all about the stitches I got this week, and she told me about the time she had to get staples in the temple of her head. Ouch. We both agreed the constant urge to itch is HORRIBLE! It’s hard to fight the temptation to itch them, but that’s what means the wound is healing. If we fall in the struggle to resist, we’ll pull up the stitches and ruin the healing process. Not only does healing take time, it takes discipline. The need to overcome the constant urge to interfere is huge. Our concentration has to be focused on standing by, with hope for healing to come quickly, and letting go of the force that drives us to meddle, and ultimately hinder the process. With healing comes peace, a sort of renewal and a clean plate, and what a wonderful peace that will be!