I actually made a good analogy yesterday! I was talking with someone about the pain and hurt that we've gone through, and how I've been healed---not by friends (though they helped), but by God:
"Who do you have to heal you? God. DK isn't the one who put me back together, he's not the one who healed my pain. He certainly helped, being supportive and listening to me and caring, but he's not the one who mended my hurt. Think of it this way (analogy time, I've been bad at these lately, I hope this works):
I'm lying in a hospital bed, my body broken, bruised, and bleeding. I was just in a car accident, and there's little chance of me surviving. Sitting next to my bed is David Kile, comforting the best he can, whispering words of encouragement and holding my hand. He makes a joke, trying to lighten my mood, and I give a little smile. His words soothe me, but they can do nothing for my broken body. The door opens and the surgeon comes in and snaps on a pair of gloves. He pulls over a chair and looks deep into my eyes, "I'm here to help you Rachel, I have the power to make you better, I just need you to trust me. Can you do that?" I nod weakly.
After the surgery, I feel much better. Still weak and fragile, I'll need time to recover, but I've gotten through the worst. I glance down at the scars, no longer feeling any pain.
I've been healed.
The surgeon was God. He was the one who healed me, I had to completely trust Him, believe that He knew what He was doing, He could see the bigger plan in all of this."
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