My scars used to define me. The self-inflicted wounds were impossible to miss. They screamed failure, weakness, and pain. They fueled the lies I told myself and believed from the world around me:
Even as the wounds started to physically heal, I lamented their permanent existence on my body and in my life. I questioned my future and if I’d ever fully recover.
Five years later, the change that’s occurred since those dark days isn’t solely the physical healing, but the lessons my Savior has taught me about Himself. Full recognition of my weakness was the only way to see His full strength. What I believed of myself couldn’t have been farther from the Truth.
I said loser, and He said LOVED.
I said worthless, and He said WORTH IT
I said judged, He said CHOSEN.
The ‘fully recover’ I had in my mind years ago can’t possibly compare to what God’s done, and continues to do, in my life. In facing our current challenges, I heard these words from my husband the other day, ‘Maybe you went through what you went through so you could help our little girl know she’s not alone. No one can advocate for her, like you.’
It hurts my heart to even write that, as no one wants to see their children hurt, but if that’s what the Lord is redeeming through me, it’s worth it. This has stirred in my heart of late, and as I’ve struggled to write, this very topic came up as the prompt for #livefreeThursday. So here I am, putting this out there, that perhaps God will use it to touch your heart today.
Your scars may look entirely different from mine, but I know you have them, everyone does. Maybe you’re currently in the pit. God has a plan for your scars, for your pain. Release them to Him, and He will show you His strength.