I heard someone talking not long ago about a parent who lost a child. At the funeral home another person who had suffered a similar loss said to her 'You'll never get over this' . I was told a story about Ann Weems, author and poet who tragically lost her son. Serb soldiers are going into homes and giving families 15 minutes to get out and leave forever. The wounds of war are so deep that they even cut into the next generation.
Some wounds never heal.
Lord Jesus, by Thy scars, we claim Thy grace. If when the doors are shut, Thou drawest near, Show us Thy scars, we know the countersign. As a student at Knox College back in the early 80's I did some intern work at Sick Kids' Hospital. In addition to regular class time each week we also took turns as chaplain in the emergency ward after hours. One night I was involved with a man who brought his little girl in with an asthma attack.