The Purpose of My Scars

• By candidasullivan
• October 24, 2025
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Deformed.
Scarred.
Disabled.
Handicapped.

If they had known the words would live in my head,
For many years after they were said,
Would they still be said in good fun,
Knowing all the damage they might have done?

My trauma was reduced to laughter,
To them, my scars were a disaster.
But to me, they were a whirlwind of pain,
Living as a story in my brain.

I believed I wasn’t good enough.
I tried to act like I was tough—
Like the pain and teasing didn’t bring me to tears,
And torture me for many years.

One moment, in the middle of the night,
God opened my eyes to the light.
He showed me a light illuminating my hands,
And released me from the bands.

They no longer held any power over me—
I was finally free.
I let go of the shame,
As well as the blame.

God showed me the purpose of my scars
One night under the stars.
He told me I have stories to share,
And reminded me of my prayer.

I asked God to give me a story to explain,
That would take away my pain.
So God turned my heartaches into a gift,
And my mind made a significant shift.

All the years of pain released,
My strongholds ceased.
I felt grateful and so very free,
To be who God created me to be.

Now I see my scars in a different way—
I even thank God for them when I pray.
God doesn’t make mistakes,
Even when His ways cause heartaches.

It all works together for our good,
Even when we feel God should
Have done things differently—
He reminds us gently.

God is the truth, the life, and the way.
One day, everything will go away.
All that will be left is our soul;
To love Him wholeheartedly is the goal.

God left us here to be a light,
To lead the way that is right.
We are not here to have fun,
But to tell the world about the Father and the Son.