Our scars reflect our history but they don’t determine our destiny; they’re the intersection where our pain meets the needs of others.
I used to feel badly about my scars, both the visible and private ones.
Not any longer.
Without my life experiences, I would not be who I am today.
I would not have hit rock bottom, and looked up to see the One who came not only to rescue me, but bind up my wounds,
heal my heart, mind & spirit,
and continuously pours His very life and live into me.
My scars may show the world i’ve been wounded in battle, but God sees them as testimony of His Presence in my life.
For they are now scars, not open sucking the life out of me wounds.
He has made me whole.
The next time you think your scars are not of any importance, see how much they relate to how He has gifted you.
I can write, sing & share how He has given me a full makeover, because I was the one needing the full renovation.
I can relate, because I once walked there.
I refuse to allow the enemy to stir up guilt or shame about what God has healed & sealed as finished.
If you struggle with your scars, spend sometime with Him today.
Share your heart.
Hear His beating for you.
Rest in His embrace.
Listen for His love & wisdom whispers.
He awaits you, sister, brother.
He is waiting to continue your healing.
When heaven intersects with humanity, new life happens.
For He has never stopped being in the Creation business.
In Him, by Him and because of Him, all things can be made new!