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wounds of the heart...

"These words are razors to my wounded heart." - William Shakespeare Wounds. We all have them. We all at one point in our lives try to hide them. We all at one point wish them to go away too. But, I have learned that to embrace them is much easier. Our stories are God's stories - stories of redemption, stories of grace, stories of restoration and stories of pure love. Without our stories, His story would be incomplete. It's beautiful and it's mysterious. The messages I have received in my life are ones that tear me down instead of build me up, are messages filled with anger, filled with lies that tell me "I'm not good enough". Deep down there is a fear that something is terribly wrong with us...we can't help but feel that if we were different, if we were better then we would be loved as we so long to be. As a result of these wounds we receive in our lives, we come to believe that part of us is marred. Shame enters in and makes its crippling home deep within our hearts. Shame is what makes us look away, so we avoid eye contact with strangers and friends. Shame is that feeling that haunts us, the sense that if someone really knew us, they would shake their heads in disgust and run away. Shame makes us feel that we don't measure up to the world's standards, to the church's standards, to anyone's standards, even our own. "By His wounds you were healed." 1 Peter 2:24b Jesus had wounds, He knew wounds in ways we will never know...and by them, we are healed. Beautiful. God calls us to stop hiding, to stop dominating, to trust him, and to offer our true selves. To possess true beauty, we must be willing to suffer. Beauty invites, beauty is full of tender mercy and soft vulnerability, beauty is powerful, and beauty is in everyone. Unveiling our beauty is our greatest expression of love, because it is what the world most needs from us. When we choose not to hide, when we choose to offer our hearts, we are choosing to love. I am a beauty waiting to be rescued, waiting with reckless abandonment and hands held high - for a man, a real man, to come riding on a horse, wild, strong and valiant - ready to fight for my heart...ready to show me a freedom I never thought was possible, and ready for an adventure to live. My story is beautiful, I am beautiful and I am worth it. "...we exult in our tribulations knowthing that tribulation brings about perseverance, perseverance proven character, and proven character, hope..." Romans 5:3,4


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