I grew up hating needles. I do not really know why. Our family doctor was friendly, informative, and reassuring. The nurses were professional, considerate, and kind. I cannot remember a “mean” experience in a doctor’s office. Yet I hated needles. Everything about them gave me the shivers! Just one look and I found my head getting lighter by the second. Even the thought of a needle caused me to stumble as I looked for the nearest place to hide. Needles were mean, evil, and altogether wicked.
Somehow, something changed with time. I think it began with two individuals. One was a nurse my doctor’s office. She was the first to be able to draw blood without me having a fainting spell. The first time or two, I thought it was luck. Over the ten plus years since. I have come to appreciate the skill, care, and something special that this doctor’s office continues to bring that makes having my blood drawn a casual non-event in my life.
The second person was a gift acupuncturist. I had no idea that this holistic discipline could trigger the body’s natural healing process. Personal experience changed everything. Today a good friend with gifted insight and a stack of needles triggered a fresh healing process for my wrist. It was a wonderful transforming process. I admit I closed my eyes for most if not all of the hour I had needles in my back, neck, art, and hand. I also walked out energized with the knowledge that healing was underway.
Tonight I find myself holding onto to hope and healing, things we desperately need more in this world. I also know that you and I are needles; painful and scary to some, gifts of healing and hope to others. I pray this day is one full of healing and hope. We can be gifts to others around us.
“Sing to God a brand-new song, sing his praises all over the world! Let the sea and its fish give a round of applause, with all the far-flung islands joining in.” (Isaiah 42.10)
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