This tree was struck by lightning. Amazing that it wasn't blown apart, but it received a glancing blow that left a mark on the tree.
Its bark is marred, yet, the tree lives.
All of us have scars. Some are on the surface. Others run deep and are often more damaging.
You've all seen them, been them. Those who are too quick to back away from friendship. Those who present a prickly front to protect themselves from hurt.
The angry, distant, prickly, and embarrassingly shy~ all giving proof of buried scars. Hurts from the past that all too often take captive that person into the lie that their unseemly behavior will protect them from further hurt.
But as lies often do, it works in reverse and deepens the hurt and causes them to believe that they are unworthy.
Even Jesus, the Son of God, has scars.
So be like this tree. Bare your scars. Acknowledge the lightning struck, but that it didn't kill you. Call on our Savior, the Lord of all, who knows the lash of betrayal, the beatings by angry people, the unbelief of trusted friends, and allow Jesus to touch your scar. To heal you from the hurt and allow you to be set free from the prison of bitterness and self-hatred.
Be free, my friends. Live and grow and blossom despite the scars.
Jeremiah 30:17
For I will restore health unto you, and I will heal you of your wounds, saith the Lord.
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