Beautiful people with broken hearts and messed-up lives - this is who we are in God's eyes.
The girl crying in the school bathroom, blood running down her arm, her face lifted up to heaven as cries of pain and confusion flood the echoing room.
Does anyone see her?
The mother forever scarred, her body revealing the birth of a young one, but nowhere is he to be found. Instead his small heart has found rest with his Maker.
Can anyone know her pain?
The son hiding in a corner as mother and father scream, things flying around the room. His body shakes with fear, his flesh tries to leave but is heart is chained to his family.
Who will be his rescue?
The shy, young lass who carefully walks the halls praying she misses her today, just to get a break. The punching, the kicking, the cuts and bruises, the continual abuse in actions and words - she can't take any more.
How can no one hear her pleas for help?
All of these broken, all of these bruised and scarred, our Daddy sees them one and all. He calls them beautiful, wonderful, intelligent, sons and daughters of the Most High Creator of Life.
All of these are all around us; they are our friends, our family, sisters, brothers, cousins...ourselves.
We are broken, we are scarred, we are full of sin and shame, but yet we are beautiful. Our Daddy calls us beloved, gorgeous, remarkably blameless in His sight.
We are forever cherished by the one who is so holy, so magnificent; He calls us His children.
We are His babies, His bride, His shining rteasure and it's time we begin believing it. To allow Him to call us beautiful, precious jewels, to let Him flood us with love and peace, to let Him bring us to our knees in total surrender is the least we can fo for what He did for us.
Until nour next encounter,
Lauren
