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Great read!

I am not perfect. I am a scarred man. I don’t have it all figured out. But I trust God’s plan.

Scars come with living. Life has a way of marking us, reminding us where we’ve been, what we’ve survived, and the battles that shaped us. Some scars fade with time, while others never quite heal. And then there are the fresh wounds—the ones that still sting, still ache, still leave us catching our breath.

Lately, it feels like I just had the wind knocked out of me. Funny how faith can turn to doubt when you’re hit with a punch you never saw coming. I’ve done all the right things, yet it all seems to have gone wrong. I had everything in place, but somehow, it still slipped through my hands. The weight of it stacks up like worries piled to the ceiling, and if I’m honest, I feel like I’m on an island by myself.

Grief is a thief. It sneaks up on you, takes what it wants, and leaves behind scars you never asked for. And just when you think you’ve made peace with the old wounds, new ones collide with them—fresh pain reopening places you thought were healed. Trauma is tricky like that. One moment, you’re walking through life, managing the weight of what was, and the next, something triggers that old sense of abandonment, that deep ache that whispers, Is there room for the new when the old still hurts?

The holidays feel empty this year. The table looks different. The conversations aren’t the same. The silence is louder than ever. I find myself asking, Is it going to be okay? Do the lost get found?

But even in all of this—this ache, this exhaustion, this unanswered mess—I’m learning to bring it all to the Great I Am. Every burden, every scar, every unspoken prayer. I’ve learned that I don’t have to fix this by myself. In fact, I can’t. But the One who holds all things together can.

Jesus never left. He never moved. He’s still here, still waiting, still reaching for me in the middle of my mess. Nothing is too heavy for Him. Nothing is too broken. I may not be able to do it, but the Great I Am can. And that’s the reminder I have to cling to: God is whatever and whenever I need Him to be.

I don’t know what scars you’re carrying—old or new. I don’t know what battle you’re facing right now. But I do know this: Scars come with living. Life will cut deep, but healing is real. And the same God who carried me through the old wounds will carry me through these new ones, too.

So I choose to stand still and know. To lift my head to where my help comes from. To take chances, take risks, and trust that this pain won’t last forever. The question is: Will I allow God to heal me from the inside out, or will I let resentment build walls where healing was meant to take place?

At the end of the day, the choice is ours. The scars will come, but so will the healing. And when life cuts deep, may we always remember: We are not alone.

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Shell Norman's avatar

"Beauty from ashes" is one of my favorite phrases. It is so difficult when you are in the thick of it, but standing on the other side & looking back always leaves me so grateful.

Bless you.

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