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Balm of Gilead

I finally opened up a bit and shared some of my history with the ladies bible study on Tuesday night. I was very nervous to let any of these women know what I had been through.

Most of them have known Riddick for years, and I want to get to know them as well.

After I said what was on my heart I wasn't sure what would happen.

Mary understood. When I said that my burden is fear she knew it was partly fear of the "waiting for the other shoe to drop"....than she added that Riddick was my

"balm of gilead"

It's a reference she heard once to Jeremiah 8:22
Is there no balm in Gilead?
Is there no physician there?
Why then is there no healing
for the wound of my people?

It references the people of Gilead having ready access to a soothing balm but still suffering because of their own sin.

I was suffering from someone else's sin. But my sin is letting it harm me still.

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