I have my share of scars, and I am sure that you do too. Life is hard. We make big plans and dream big dreams. Sometimes things go according to plan, but other times we get hurt and jaded. We are too trusting and at times naive and end up in a world walled in by bitterness and anger. We give our hearts (and bodies) away too easily and are left with the turmoil of brokenness and shattered hopes. The pain of a loss is more than we can bear... loss of innocence, loss of peace, loss of freedom or worse yet, the loss of someone we love. So we shut the world out.
It's not the way God planned it for us though. We have to make a choice whether we are to be overcomers by the blood of the Lamb or whether we are to continue our lives living in defeat. Romans 8:28 says, "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." Isaiah 61:3 promises us that He will provide for those who grieve - to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning,and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor.
In the bleakest of circumstances when we truly lay our scars at the foot of the cross, God can and will make them into something beautiful.
Ecclesiastes 3:11 says, "He has made everything beautiful in its time." That includes you and me and all of our heartaches and despair.
Besides, we aren't the only ones with scars. Jesus has some too.
Beautiful Scars by Steven Curtis Chapman and Geoff Moore
Sit here with me
And tell me your story
Even if it breaks my heart
Let me see Your scars
Shame will whisper
Oh but we can't listen
'Cause these are the stories that make us who we are
And I love who You are, and Your
Beautiful scars, Your beautiful scars
Reminders of the wounded love that has carried us this far
Beautiful scars, turning the marks
Of our pain into beautiful scars
For us, bruised and broken
For us, He was forsaken
Our wounded Healer suffered to set us free
We see in His hands and His feet
Beautiful scars, beautiful scars
Reminders of the wounded love that has carried us this far
Beautiful scars, turning the marks
Of our pain into beautiful scars
See in His hands and His feet
Beautiful scars, beautiful scars
Reminders of the Saviour's love that has carried us this far
Beautiful scars, turning the marks
Of our pain into beautiful scars
Oh how I love Your beautiful scars
So beautiful, so beautiful
Beautiful scars
I have my share of scars, and I am sure that you do too. Life is hard. We make big plans and dream big dreams. Sometimes things go according to plan, but other times we get hurt and jaded. We are too trusting and at times naive and end up in a world walled in by bitterness and anger. We give our hearts (and bodies) away too easily and are left with the turmoil of brokenness and shattered hopes. The pain of a loss is more than we can bear... loss of innocence, loss of peace, loss of freedom or worse yet, the loss of someone we love. So we shut the world out.
It's not the way God planned it for us though. We have to make a choice whether we are to be overcomers by the blood of the Lamb or whether we are to continue our lives living in defeat. Romans 8:28 says, "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." Isaiah 61:3 promises us that He will provide for those who grieve - to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning,and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor.
In the bleakest of circumstances when we truly lay our scars at the foot of the cross, God can and will make them into something beautiful.
Ecclesiastes 3:11 says, "He has made everything beautiful in its time." That includes you and me and all of our heartaches and despair.
Besides, we aren't the only ones with scars. Jesus has some too.
Beautiful Scars by Steven Curtis Chapman and Geoff Moore
Sit here with me
And tell me your story
Even if it breaks my heart
Let me see Your scars
Shame will whisper
Oh but we can't listen
'Cause these are the stories that make us who we are
And I love who You are, and Your
Beautiful scars, Your beautiful scars
Reminders of the wounded love that has carried us this far
Beautiful scars, turning the marks
Of our pain into beautiful scars
For us, bruised and broken
For us, He was forsaken
Our wounded Healer suffered to set us free
We see in His hands and His feet
Beautiful scars, beautiful scars
Reminders of the wounded love that has carried us this far
Beautiful scars, turning the marks
Of our pain into beautiful scars
See in His hands and His feet
Beautiful scars, beautiful scars
Reminders of the Saviour's love that has carried us this far
Beautiful scars, turning the marks
Of our pain into beautiful scars
Oh how I love Your beautiful scars
So beautiful, so beautiful
Beautiful scars