Stop Picking the Wound

Healing, in progress.

The Father used something simple to show me something deeper.

I desired a spiritual understanding of a physical injury to my finger—and the Father didn’t disappoint through His Ruach (Spirit). I want to share what unfolded.

I scraped a tiny portion of my knuckle on a cheese grater. It feels like it happened weeks ago. While it was somewhat painful at first, over time there were moments when anything that unknowingly brushed against it reminded me it was still there.

Getting dressed. Cleaning. Reaching into drawers. Grabbing things without thinking.

Sensitive. Painful.

As I watched the healing process, it wasn’t pretty. The wound was closing, slight inflammation remained, and a scab began to form.

I’d sometimes touch it just to check the pain level. Applying pressure was uncomfortable. And then it hit me—I need to leave it alone.

So I stopped picking at it and went on with life, trusting that the body would heal itself in time.

This morning, while getting dressed, my finger brushed against something—and there was no sharp sensation. No wince. No discomfort. I even applied pressure to test it. It didn’t hurt.

Now, here’s the part that stood out.

The area is still a bit unsightly.

Still slightly raised.

But it’s less inflamed.

The scab is tougher.

And suddenly, I saw it.

This is no different than the injuries, bruises, hurts, and emotional traumas we all experience—each in varying degrees.

Some wounds require emergency intervention.

Others can be managed with simple first aid.

But then there are the emotional wounds—the deep ones.

The ones we forget about as years fly by.

The ones we relocate from geographically just to move beyond certain people or memories.

What scars are you still carrying?

The ones that resurface unexpectedly—memories appearing out of nowhere. And yes, the enemy of our souls can capitalize on old wounds we never fully trusted the Father with. So when pressure is applied—a comment from a loved one, a familiar sight, a reminder you didn’t expect—that ache you thought was no longer a “thing” shows up again.

It may even be a new wound.

Either way—it takes time.

It takes humility.

And it takes faith.

Not to ignore.

But to reflect.

To acknowledge.

And not suppress.

That may look like vulnerability with a trusted friend or spouse.

Meditation.

A walk.

Stillness.

Whatever it looks like for you.

As believers, we must cast our cares unto Abba Yah and His Son.

Go to the secret place. Spend time with Him.

He already knows—but there are tests. And the condition of our heart often dictates how robust or how fleeting our relationship with Him becomes.

If we’re honest, the cares of this world can posture us into spiritual malnutrition—leaving us vulnerable to battles we’re no longer equipped to fight in the Spirit.

Remember: the Word of Yah is living, powerful, and a shield to those who trust in Him.

Obedience to His commandments and walking according to what thus saith the Most High is where we begin to see true shifts—beyond complacency and barely getting by.

Yes, the walk of the righteous is not easy. It is filled with tribulation and obstacles. He said it would be.

But there is a great reward.

Even as wounded soldiers, we gird ourselves.

We rise with Him.

And we endure to the end.

Keep going.

Keep fighting.

Keep believing.

Keep hearkening to His voice.

Keep doing what He commanded—both in the small and in the great.

Be the light unto the nations He chose you to be.

“He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.”— Psalm 147:3 (KJV)