By Tara Young
Everyone is special we all have our own way. We are all made diverse like night and day. Some are fluffy while others look as if a gust of wind could blow them far away.
Some are short and some are stout while others stretch to the sky. Some are a combination at each new time of their lives.
Some eyes are blinded by pain. While others eyes bore into the souls of the grieving to relieve though too often in vain.
Some hearts are filled with nothing but hate and regret. While others are filled with love and purpose.
Some hands hurt those they love. While other hands repair the damage of the past.
Some use their bodies to block out the ache that holds their hearts in a vice-like grip.
Some feet walk readily into sin while annihilating the innocent by their sin.
All the while, the abused suffers without hope.
In the darkness of that shame and anguish, a light shines. In the door of our lives He is standing, waiting with His loving arms extended. He is waiting to pull us out of the miry pit. Taking us from the filth of what was thrust upon us and what damage we have caused to ourselves. Soothingly He bandages the years of wounds that we have permitted to fester. Washed clean and lovingly restored. Like a clay pot We were made for a purpose. We are created by Him. This is what gives hope to the abused, the broken and the wounded. This is what turns downcast eyes to the heavens. Searching for hope. Searching for reprieve. Searching for release. Searching for the One who makes all things beautiful in His time. Searching for the Master who will make us whole again.
Jeremiah 31:3 NIV The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying: “I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness…”
I do realize this was written for the Israelites, but I know that He reaches to each of us and loves all of us. No matter what we have done. No matter how many times we have repeated the same act in sin. No matter if we were hurt. He loves us because He made us.
Psalm 139:14 “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”
This is my favorite verse and has been since I was a child. An abused and hurt child. Someone hurt me and it never went away. It has lessened, but the scar is still there. This is the verse that my mother shared with me to help me get through (not over) the struggles that I faced as a girl and into womanhood. This verse has carried me through the awkward stages. The too heavy stages, and even the too thin stage. (But that was only once!) It still it carries me. God’s Word is alive and active today. Let it heal you!
Father, each of us is so different on the inside and the outside. You know each of us Lord. Help us to search for You and find You when we seek You with all of our hearts. (Jeremiah 29:13-14). Help us to let go of the pain in our past to walk toward our future with hope. In the name of Jesus we pray. Amen.