We’ve all been wounded. We all bear scars. Some scars still twinge with pain and an occasional itch that runs deep below the surface of the skin. Words, wielded without a warning and without regard prick our hearts with pain.
Cowards, who conceal their true character behind titles, roles and relationships leave broken hearts, lives and people in their wake of wantonness. To the world, they are brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, grandpas and friends-to their victims they are molesters and rapists who steal the innocence of the innocent and leave a lifetime of scars others never see.
Some scars are etched by our own hands. Choices we’ve made that have marred our lives. Others are served to us on a plate of circumstances we did not ask for. Many are common among us all…they come with life.
Scars are an equal opportunity heart-breaker. They do not discriminate. Like death, there are no escape clauses.
But scars mean the wound has healed. It doesn’t mean it never itches or twinges with pain again, but the scar is only a sign that something happened. The would is healed.
When we are dealing with our hearts, it’s a bit more complicated. Wounds may remain open…they may fester. A scar may show up and it appears that healing has taking place, but the wound still remains.
The only One who can really heal a broken heart and make sense of that which doesn’t make any sense at all is the One who gave His life for us!
The One who make beauty out of ashes. The One who heals the broken hearted. The One who sets the captives free. The One who speaks peace to our storms. The One who speaks peace to our hearts in the midst of our storms. The One who will never leave us or forsake us and the One who promises us that nothing can separate us from His love.
The One who not only died for our sin, but also died for our shame. The One who gives us a new life, new heart and new hope. The One who tells us we are the apple of His eye. The One who says we are inscribed upon the palm of His hand. The One who knows the thoughts of our hearts. The One who knows the number of hairs on our head.
The One who came to give us peace. The One who came not only to give us eternal life, but an abundant life too.
The One who loves us with an everlasting, unchanging, relentless love.
I don’t know what your pit is. I don’t know what you’ve been through or what you’re going through right now. But I know that there is no pit so deep that God is not deeper still.
Today, will you trust Him to be the One who defines you? What is it that is keeping you from believing what His Word says about you! Today, would you take some time and write down what you ‘did’ think about yourself and then write what God’s Word says about you over it? If you need some help, look back at Broken No More 4.
If you’ve been born again, you’re His. That’s identity enough.