He heals the brokenhearted And binds up their wounds.
Psalms 147:3
I have a scar.
It was when we went swimming, just like we always do, because our house before was near the sea. Even though I can’t remember all the details about what actually happened, it left a scar on my right leg, and it remains up until today. My scar is evidence that I was wounded in the accident. Scars are evidence of wounds.
I was talking about visible scars, but there are scars that no one can see. You may be living with internal scars as well. The ones that are in your heart and in your soul.
Maybe it was something a father said or didn’t say.
A betrayal by a friend.
A promise that someone didn’t keep.
A dream shattered by a boss or coach or spiritual leader you once admired.
A misunderstanding among neighbors or business partners.
Something unexpected.
Something unthinkable.
Something unspeakable.
Whether it happened yesterday or fifteen years ago, it still stings. You’d rather not revisit the source of that hurt, yet it left a mark on you that’s impossible to erase. It resurfaces when you least expect it and flares up even though you try to suppress it, reminding you that you are no longer whole.
You were wounded.
Scars are reminders of the wounds we’ve endured. They trigger memories of the traumatic experiences we’d rather forget. We think scars are ugly. That’s why we’re driven to alter them, minimize them, or hide them. But even with all the beauty cream in the world, they never completely fade.
The good news is that God longs to transform the scars on your wounded heart into marks of beauty.
He can use them to bless the world.
Beauty marks are wounds that have been transformed into purpose. They remind you that God is redeeming what you’ve suffered and can heal you from the inside out. Maybe your heart feels as if it’s bleeding right now, and healing seems impossible.
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