by Cherrilynn Bisbano
But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed. Isaiah 53:5 (ESV)
“CHINGALING!” Laura and Zoila shouted as a vase crashed to the floor. They saw me standing in the doorway of their white stucco home. Saturdays were high dusting days for this mother and daughter team, and I had startled them.
I’d come to say goodbye. It was time for me to leave Honduras and return to Rhode Island.
I worked in Guinope for three months assisting at the local medical clinic. When I first arrived, many people could not pronounce my name, Cherrilynn (Sherry Lynn). As hard as they tried, they could not pronounce the “SH”; it always sounded like “CHI”.
So my name became Chingaling. I grew to love it.
Unbeknownst to everyone in Guinope when I arrived, my heart was broken and my body ached. I could not leave my emotional baggage at the airport. So I dragged it down dirt roads, through the hospital at Tegucigalpa, and rested it by my bed at night. My wounds from childhood abuse screamed to be healed, and they would not stop just because I was in a foreign land.
I was good at hiding fear, and depression. However, the Lord was at work in this quiet mountainside village. There was no escape. His loving hand desired to touch my wounds and mend them, but I needed to let go of my broken identity and accept God’s healing. I had many long talks with God as I walked through the dusty streets of Guinope (emotional baggage in tow). As I responded to His love, the weight of despair dissipated and I loosened my grip on the handle of my emotional baggage.
As my friends turned to stare at the glass shattered on the floor, they repeated: Chingaling!”
“Are you that happy to see me?” I said.
“No, I mean yes.” Laura and Zoila looked at each other with delight. “Chingaling!” they shouted and began to laugh a full belly laugh.
“What’s so funny?” I began to laugh with them.
They stepped off the chairs, avoiding the glass.
“Chingaling,” Laura said as she pointed to the broken glass on the floor. Laura spoke fluent English. “The Spanish word for the sound of glass as it crashes to the floor is chingaling.”
I hugged them both, and we laughed as we cleaned up the glass.
As I swept the broken glass into the dustpan, the Holy Spirit impressed these words upon my heart: Chingaling, I am sweeping up the broken pieces of your heart. I will mend them together for my joy and purpose. Trust me.
I left Guinope with a renewed hope, knowing God would use the story of healing from my brokenness to lead others to Him.
Jesus endured excruciating physical and emotional pain as he hung on the cross. He understands brokenness. He knew the outcome of his crucifixion—reconciliation with the Father. He became broken, so that He could empathize with His followers who were in the same condition (Hebrews 4:15-16).
But He was also broken that we might be healed and made whole. “He bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed” (1 Peter 2:24 ESV).
Do you feel shattered, like there are too many broken pieces to repair? Trust God to heal you.
This resurrection season, will you join me and thank Jesus for identifying with our brokenness? Let’s praise Him for His ultimate sacrifice that brings reconciliation and healing.
About the author: Cherrilynn Bisbano is an award-winning writer and speaker. As a certified Christian Life Coach Minister, and Ordained Minister, she aims to share the love of Christ wherever God leads. Cherrilynn is a speaker with Women Speakers. She contributes to the Blue Ridge Writers blog, is published in four compilations books, and her book Shine Don’t Whine released in 2020. Cherrilynn served in the military for twenty years, earning the John Levitow Military leadership award. She lives with her 19-year-old son Michael, Jr., and her husband of 22 years, Michael. She fondly calls them her M&M’s.
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