We all carry our own scars. Some can be seen. Some can't. But they're still there. Scars from our past. Scars from our choices. Scars from our mistakes. Scars from what we thought was love. Some have begun to heal, some are too busy growing deeper to do more than hurt. They remind us of things we'd rather forget, of hates we still cater to, of lost dreams that were tossed aside when we thought they were too big to accomplish. But let's not forget Jesus has scars too. His hands, his side, each spilling His precious blood for us. Do you think He looks at His scars wishing they weren't there? That He hadn't done what He did to give all who recognize Him as their Savior eternal Life? Do you think He regrets? No. He doesn't. So why should we? In no way should we let our scars and what they are from define us. But without them would we be what we are today? Without Jesus's scars would we even be breathing right now? He was all God, but He was also all Man- a simple, just like us Man. If He can look at His scars and only see the Grace, Mercy, and all comforting Love that they represent, shouldn't we be able to look at ours, praising Him for the hope in a tomorrow that He watches over, knowing that one day, our scars will represent so much more than what caused them.
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This is beautiful and hits home. I have made so many bad decisions in my life and in return have hurt many people that I love. It has only been recently that I have begun to forgive myself because I know that God has forgiven me. I have asked for forgiveness from the people i have hurt and can only pray that they find it in their hearts to do so. I am so grateful to the Lord that we have this wonderful opportunity to wipe away all the wrongs we have done and to be able to continue with our lives with His grace and Love
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