My scars are a blessing

Some people look at my scars and view them with pity and shame. While others see the pain and a broken body. I’ll admit, for a while, I felt the same way. I felt as if I was burdened with scars.

Until one day, God changed my perspective. I am alive to love and be loved. In the womb, as the bands attacked me, God spared me. He gave me favor. I am forever grateful for His love and mercy.

Therefore, I see my scars as battle scars. The enemy attacked me, but he did not defeat me. He challenged my life, but he did not take it. I am a warrior for God and I fight on His battlefield with love, kindness, and gratitude. I love my life and I love my scars. They exemplify God’s love and mercy for me and my life.

If you see a broken, scarred person when you look at me and feel pity and sadness for me, then you’ve never fully seen me. I am strong, determined, and inspired to use my gift to do God’s work. Nothing is missing in my life. I have a family that loves me and a God that loves me unconditionally.

Please don’t weep for me. My life is blessed abundantly. Cry for someone who doesn’t know the Lord.


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