Stop looking at other beautiful ladies, longing to look like them. Gaze at a photo of yourself& realize, you are as beautiful as you.
God can see your scars. Underneath those layers of clothes and smiles and ever changing head of hair. He sees the wounds that put them there. His heart breaks with yours. But He sees so much more.
He sees the you that keeps becoming more like the real thing every day. He sees the plans He has for you and each step you’ll take along the way. Our God knows the progress you’ve made and the secrets you’ll never actually say.
Jesus loves you and your scars. He had a few of His own, you know? His scars proved God’s faithfulness, just as yours will, too. They already do. You are here. Reading this. For a reason. We both came to this moment as part of something greater than we know. Just like mine, your scars are not about you alone. They tell a parallel story that spills into all the rest. Just as every story ever told does when it’s told best.
Maybe you shut down the part of you that can experience emotion. And so you rip at the surface to try and get through. It hasn’t worked yet, and it isn’t going to. Just as hiding won’t help, hurting yourself and others is never going to lead to positive change.
Believe me when I say that better is in fact what you want. I know we mix that up at times.
Have you built a life around the memory of your hurts? Around the acknowledging of them? Or the ignoring? Have you become your pain?
Long, late nights of chain smoking and music so loud it seemed to resonate in echo with this thick sorrow that I could never seem to fully shake. My teens and twenties summed up in one sentence. Tortured by the dreams I had and the ones that would never come to pass, it was every bit as hard to imagine God designed me for a life of joy and fulfillment then, as it is to deny today.
It’s true. No matter whether you’ve heard it all your life or for the very first time, right now. Your past is a ghost town, it’s dead and buried as you want it to be, but alive and active as the Lord works all things for good in, on, and through you. The more you get to know who God is, who Jesus is, and who that makes you, the less haunted you become.
You with the sad eyes. You in the corner. You in the heap on the floor. You in the long sleeves on a summer day. You with the knife to your skin. You with the bottle of booze of pills of hair color.
You can change the past by trusting God with your future.
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This is true power
This point can never be repeated often enough.
Reblogging again because this is probably my favourite poem written by Tyler