Beautiful Scars

Sit here with me and tell me your story

Even if it breaks my heart, let me see your scars

Shame will whisper, but we can’t listen

‘Cause these are the stories that make us who we are

And I love who you are

Beautiful scars, your beautiful scars

Reminders of the wounded love that has carried us this far

Beautiful scars, your beautiful scars

Turning the marks of our pain into beautiful scars

(“Beautiful Scars” by Steven Curtis Chapman)

I am amazed and truly overwhelmed everyday at how faithfully God restores broken things. We are all so broken, so full of scars and pain, and yet God makes us new. He turns our beauty into ashes. I have never seen this more beautifully displayed than with the kids of La Casa de mi Padre. They still have a long way to go, true. I still have a long way to go. But the marks of their pain are truly transforming into beautiful scars and I have never been more privileged than now to sit and listen to their stories. Even though it breaks my heart, it is the greatest privilege of my life.

The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,
because the Lord has anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,[a]
to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
    and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the Lord
for the display of his splendor.

Isaiah 61:1-3