“He heals the brokenhearted and bandages their wounds.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭147‬:‭3‬ ‭CSB‬‬

I’ve always thought that good nurses are saints. If you’ve ever been tended to by a medical professional who seems to truly care about you, you probably agree. It is a wonderful feeling and such an enormous relief when you are scared, confused, and in pain to have someone comfort and soothe you with kind words and attentive, skilled treatment.

I do not have that gift and would make a terrible nurse, I’m sad to say. I don’t like being around sick people. I quickly grow weary of the complaints of the injured. My empathy for people in pain is disappointingly thin. It takes something I don’t seem to have. I’d love to be better at it. And I’m incredibly glad there are people who excel at caring for the sick and injured. I applaud you and hope to contribute to the cause in other ways.

It’s amazing to read in today’s verse that God Himself is one of those wonderful caregivers. He promises to humble Himself enough to stoop down and bandage the wounds of the injured. To listen patiently to the woes of the bereaved. To comfort and heal the sick. To be the nurse that this world needs.

Dear God,

Thank you so much for your promise of healing and comfort and compassion direct from your mighty hand. Please forgive my lacking in these areas. Teach me how I can do better. Give me patience and empathy when it is really needed. I am so very grateful for those you have gifted with these innate qualities. Remind me to tell them so.