Salt

If there's one thing I've learned about hitting your knees, it's that you can't stay there for long. I found the beauty in my breaking there. I found the safe place to fall. I found perfect love there. I found my strength, my worth and my future there.
Throughout the process of being hit "below the belt" once again, pouring salt in old wounds actually helped heal them. It didn't go without the shedding of many salty tears, the outcry of many salty words, the bruised knees, bruised heart and doubting. It was like surviving the worst beating a person could ever endure. Enduring emotional pain at the hand of your own mother is quite possibly the worst wound a person could have. She thought she had the rod in one hand and the salt in the other, but what she didn't know was that the salt would actually act as healing rather than suffering.
It brought me up off my knees and right into the arms of God. There's no suffering there, only healing. There is no fear, only perfect love. There is no abandonment, only acceptance. There is no stinging salt, only nourishing salt. I've read in my Bible a million times "I will never leave you nor forsake you" and really wondered where God was in the midst of all I've endured. Then I looked up and saw the cross. I saw Him hanging on it, with His arms opened wide. Blood seeping from the nails in His hands and feet. The salty sweat and blood dripping from his forehead, falling down His body. Then I realized that He did this long before my existence on earth. He was there long before I needed Him. I heard my spirit say "I knew exactly what you needed before you had to ask." The blood and sweat dripping down His body was there to fall upon the heads of those who are at His feet. It fell upon mine that day and that's when I finally understood. Not only does it cleanse and renew, but it heals and restores. The same salt that stings is the same salt that can heal-if you find the right supplier.