But It’s a Good Hurt

I have finicky feet. Always have and always will. One of my earliest memories was shopping for shoes at Toy Fair in Pierremont Mall. Mom says it was the only place she could find shoes narrow enough for my skinny feet. Only problem was the workers wore these smocks that looked a lot like the doctor’s office to my preschool self. If Mom tried to take me into the store, I screamed bloody murder for fear of getting a shot. To keep the peace, she had to leave me in the car with my big sister, run in and buy the shoes, and bring them out to the car to try them on me. Of course, she didn’t always get the fit right on the first try, so returns and re-buys were part of the process.

Apparently, cheap shoe makers don’t make narrow width shoes. Therefore, my kid feet were always shod with the good stuff. No Payless BOGO sales. No Target bargains.

Well, as I grew up, my feet grew out, so I no longer need narrow shoes. But I still like the good stuff.

Nowadays, my feet have a constant ache from weight-related ailments. I was already somewhat “hobblish” when I accidentally whacked my right heel on a rocking chair in the church nursery last fall. Guys, I saw stars!  The pain! The pain!

For months, I waited it out thinking I just had a bad bone bruise. I wore back-less or soft-heeled shoes all winter. Finally, last spring, I had my foot x-rayed only to find I had a big ol’ spur on my heel. I hobbled through the rest of the school year until I could have surgery and 4-5 weeks of recovery time.

And that’s where I am right now. A little over two weeks post-surgery.  Still hobbling and still in pain but now with a sweaty, itchy boot to deal with. I’m getting a little better every day, but, dang, this is the pits. Healing hurts worse than the spur ever did.

Isn’t that how things go? Whether it’s a physical injury or heartbreak, the healing process often hurts worse than the initial wound.

But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t do whatever it takes to be well. Not hobblin’ well, but hoppin’ well!

Life has a way of breaking us down. Loss, betrayal, abandonment, and all manner of mistreatment can happen to us in an instant and impact us for a lifetime. Not to mention all the ways our own poor choices bruise us. While time heals most wounds, some hurts leave scar tissue and jagged edges that can cause all manner of aches. Bitterness, unforgiveness, insecurity, fear, even hatred.

Sometimes, God has to hash up old wounds to help us find true healing. When we submit to God’s “heart surgery,” He doesn’t promise it won’t hurt. He promises it will set us free.

The question is are we willing to suffer for a little while by His loving hand in order to become better than we’ve ever been?

As I’m hobbling around in this orthopedic boot, I’ve had more than a few moments where I’ve thought it would’ve been easier to deal with the bone spur. But I know the truth. It won’t be long before my foot is pain-free and ready to hit the path God lays out for me.

Do you hear the Lord calling you to His surgical suite? Do you have lingering hurts that are holding you back? Let God make you well. Yes, the healing will hurt, sometimes more than you think you can stand, but God’s brand of pain can only bring gain. His healing hurt is a good hurt. Trust Him. Give Him free rein to do whatever needs to be done to make you well and whole.


You say in Your Word that “wounds from a friend can be trusted” (Proverbs 27:6 NIV), and I can’t think of a better friend than You. I trust You with my life. Do whatever You need to do to make me whole and well and ready for anything. I know the process might hurt, for “no discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it” (Hebrews 12:11 NIV). I’m willing to endure temporary pain to gain eternal benefits. I don’t want to hobble through this life. I want to hop up and take hold of everything You have for me! 

In Jesus’ Name I pray, AMEN

Did you pray that prayer with me? I’d love to pray for you as you let God have His way in your life. We’re in this together! 







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