There's a kind of grief that doesn't follow the script. Everyone told you it would get easier, and in some ways maybe it has — but the wound still reopens at the worst moments, months or years past the point where you expected to be "healed." You start to wonder if something is wrong with you. Why won't it just close?
Psalm 147:3 meets you right there: "He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." Look closely at the verbs. Not "he healed" — past tense, finished — but "healeth," ongoing, present, still happening. And "bindeth up" is the language of a physician dressing a wound: cleaning it, wrapping it, tending it, coming back to change the dressing again tomorrow. It's a picture of slow, attentive care — not a magic word that closes everything at once.
Healing of the heart is a process, not a moment
That matters, because we quietly assume that if God were really healing us, it would be quick. The verse says otherwise. Binding up a wound takes time, and it takes returning. A place that's still tender isn't proof that God has stopped working; it may be a sign that he's still at it — still tending the part of you that is slowest to close.
The God who names the stars kneels to bind your heart
And notice the company this verse keeps. The very next line says, "He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names." Sit with that for a moment. The Bible sets these two truths side by side on purpose: the God who knows every star by name is the same God who kneels down to bind up your broken heart. The One holding galaxies in place is not too busy, or too vast, to tend one tender wound in one grieving person. Your grief is not too small for him, and you are not too far gone for him.
So if the wound hasn't closed on the timeline you expected, you haven't failed at grief, and God hasn't given up on you. Healing of the heart is rarely a single moment; it's a long binding-up, a tending that returns day after day. The same hands that named the stars are still, gently, at work on you.
God, this wound still hasn't closed, and I'm tired of waiting for it to. Thank You that "healeth" is present tense — that You're still at work, even when it's slow. You who name every star, would You kneel down and tend this broken place in me? I don't need it fixed today. I just need to know You haven't stopped binding it up. Amen.
Verses to sit with this week
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