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Challenge Accepted: My Scars


A couple days ago a fellow blogger and sister of mine issued a challenge. The challenge was to write a blog on why I show my scars. Once I read the challenge I knew I had to participate. Sharing my journey through writing has been a source of healing and freedom not just for me but for those who read the blog. Ever since I started this blog I have had the support of Rhachelle and I am truly grateful for that. When I bought my first pink my scars tee from her RN brand t-shirt collection I promised myself I wouldn't put it on until I was ready to speak freely about everything I had been through. Needless to say the shirt is in heavy rotation and I can no longer be silent about how Christ rescued me. I hope that you all enjoy this post and decide to take the challenge as well. Check out rhachellenicol.com for more information on the challenge and rnbranddesign.bigcartel.com for the my scars t-shirts and her other ministry tees. 

I show my scars because I was never good at putting on make up.
I could never find the right foundation.
Too broke to match this color. Too bright to carry that joy. Mixing shades
to match undertones cause I was uncomfortable in the skin I colored in.
I took it upon myself to conceal everything.
The altar became my secret place. 
It was easier to cut me than reveal our weakness. 
I sacrificed healing for privacy just for a second chance I never had. 
"Where are you Adam?"
Even though Eve provoked the mistake Adam had to answer.
She was born a help meet yet she forgot to protect her hu-MAN-ity. 
Still mistakes don't create identities; they shape character. 
And I am simply unashamed.
I transitioned from being a cover girl to a covered girl.
This joy I have makes my cup run over & no scar can take that away.
I'm confident in my scars because they mean healing is on the way.
Someone needs to see your scars so they can believe in healing too. 

Comments

Anonymous said…
Yay!!! I love it Sis. Keep writing and keep showing your scars.

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