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b'\\u201cLaila, don\\u2019t go in!\\xe2\\u20ac\\x9d I yell, as my friend opens the door of an abandoned hut in the hills. \\xe2\\u20ac\\u0153You can\\u2019t.\\xe2\\u20ac\\x9d\\nIgnoring my pleas, she whispers, her dark eyes staring back at me, \\xe2\\u20ac\\u0153It\\u2019s not whatyou think. I have to, and you will too.\\xe2\\u20ac\\x9d Within seconds, the door creaks shut behind her and is locked. I bang on the hut, calling her name, but there is no response. Prowling around, I realize there are no windows, only a sign: \\u201cThe Hurting Room.\\u201d\\n\\xe2\\u20ac\\u0153God, please let her come out of there,\\xe2\\u20ac\\x9d I pray, wishing I\\u2019d understood her instructions. How long I wait, praying, heart thumping, I do not know. The door springs open. I step inside, but Laila has gone.\\n\\xe2\\u20ac\\u0153Laila,\\xe2\\u20ac\\x9d I call. \\xe2\\u20ac\\u0153Laila. Are you in there?\\xe2\\u20ac\\x9d No reply. I\\u2019m inside a charcoal room. My skin prickles and my head pounds. Then, surging inside, my body creaks with physical pain, every illness I\\u2019ve ever had manifests itself inside of me. Unable to think, nausea rising up inside, struggling to cope, the physical pain subsides.\\nNext, mental anguish wraps itself inside of me. Conversations bounce around the empty room. Tears from a time before fall again, and rage burns within until every emotion spins itself inside and outside of me.\\n\\xe2\\u20ac\\u0153Make it stop\\u2014please stop!\\xe2\\u20ac\\x9d I cry out, my voice shaking. \\xe2\\u20ac\\u0153God, help me.\\xe2\\u20ac\\x9d A bright light outshines the darkness. The charcoal gray transforms to yellow, then gold. I shield my eyes for a moment. My bruised skin is anointed with overflowing oil. The love swirling around me cancels out the pain and sadness.\\n\\xe2\\u20ac\\u0153I will take your hurts, I will wear them like scars on my skin and transform you,\\xe2\\u20ac\\x9d echoes the light. \\xe2\\u20ac\\u0153Hurt no more. I was crucified to bring you life. I am He who heals.\\xe2\\u20ac\\x9d For a few moments, or maybe hours, I lie in the presence of the Healer and don\\u2019t want to leave.\\n\\xe2\\u20ac\\u0153Arise, be free,\\xe2\\u20ac\\x9d whispers a voice in my soul. I stand up. Healed. The hut has disappeared. Laila stands next to me, a radiant smile on her face. \\u2022 Cindy Lee\\n\\u2022 Because we live in a world that has been broken by sin, we all experience pain and suffering. But Jesus died and rose again to bring us healing. When we come to Him with our pain, He grieves with us and turns our suffering into hope (Romans 5:3-5). Where do you need healing? \\nO Lord, if you heal me, I will be truly healed; if you save me, I will be truly saved. My praises are for you alone! Jeremiah 17:14 (NLT)\\n\\xa0\\nRead Verses:\\nPs.143'