One of the most helpful healings I've had has to do with reconciliation. Two summers ago, I urged my three sisters to meet after an absence of six years so that we could all be together and talk over old times.
All went smoothly until I brought up some family happenings that, unbeknown to me, deeply offended the sister I was staying with. Shortly after returning home, I got up one morning and could barely walk across the floor of my bedroom. I felt as if my back was put out. "I have put out my sister, and that has resulted in putting out my back," is what I thought.
Many days of anguish followed as I searched my thought, rooting out self-love, self-justification, and self-will. I earnestly asked God to deliver me from these temptations. I considered writing to my sister, calling her long-distance, reaching out in some way. The worst thing was that in the back of my mind I couldn't get over the suggestion that my sister hated me. All the time that I struggled this way, the physical condition remained unchanged.
