My heart.
Battered. Scarred. Broken so many times I've lost count.
And I am still here.
Cuz as the great Plumb says - I know whose I am. And I turn to him as much as I can, and need to do more. For our solace, our strength, our salvation is only found in him.
Oh, the God who made the starsIs the God that made your heartAnd He's holding you right nowHe can heal the broken partsAnd make beauty from the scars, the scarsBeautiful scars!
Our scars tell our stories for us. But they are not who we are. They are signs of our struggles, our battles, and our recoveries.
Because those scars did not kill us. They propelled us forward to healing and the light of God.
Amen, sweet Plumb. Amen beautiful God.
(Plumb is one of my favorite singers of any genre; that she turns that beautiful voice to Christian music is the abundant icing on the delicious cake.)
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