Less Like Scars by Sara Groves
It’s been a hard year
But I’m climbing out of the rubble
These lessons are hard
Healing changes are subtle
But every day it’s
Less like tearing, more like building
Less like captive, more like willing
Less like breakdown, more like surrender
Less like haunting, more like remember
And I feel you here
And you’re picking up the pieces
Forever faithful
It seemed out of my hands, a bad situation
But you are able
And in your hands the pain and hurt
Look less like scars and more like character
Less like a prison, more like my room
It’s less like a casket, more like a womb
Less like dying, more like transcending
Less like fear, less like an ending
Just a little while ago I couldn’t feel the power or the hope
I couldn’t cope, I couldn’t feel a thing
Just a little while back I was desperate, broken, laid out, hoping
You would come
And I need you and I want you here
And I feel you and I know you’re here
And you’re picking up the pieces
Forever faithful
It seemed out of my hands, a bad, bad situation
But you are able
And in your hands the pain and hurt
Look less like scars
And more like Character
It’s been a hard year
But I’m climbing out of the rubble
These lessons are hard
Healing changes are subtle
But every day it’s
Less like tearing, more like building
Less like captive, more like willing
Less like breakdown, more like surrender
Less like haunting, more like remember
And I feel you here
And you’re picking up the pieces
Forever faithful
It seemed out of my hands, a bad situation
But you are able
And in your hands the pain and hurt
Look less like scars and more like character
Less like a prison, more like my room
It’s less like a casket, more like a womb
Less like dying, more like transcending
Less like fear, less like an ending
Just a little while ago I couldn’t feel the power or the hope
I couldn’t cope, I couldn’t feel a thing
Just a little while back I was desperate, broken, laid out, hoping
You would come
And I need you and I want you here
And I feel you and I know you’re here
And you’re picking up the pieces
Forever faithful
It seemed out of my hands, a bad, bad situation
But you are able
And in your hands the pain and hurt
Look less like scars
And more like Character
God has chosen me to learn some pretty tough life lessons at a young age. I’m thankful for this…believe me I am, but sometimes I wish I could get a breather. Do you ever feel like that? The old adage, “When it rains, it pours” definitely fits my life. Right now, I’m learning how to let go yet again. But this time I’m not letting go of someone but somethings.
I have a house that I just adore, but it was mine and my ex-husband’s house. I’m closing that chapter in my life. I’m ready to move on and embrace what is before me. So, I put the house up for sale. Just so I wouldn’t be in the way (and so the house would stay clean and Shep wouldn’t make a meal out of the carpet or walls anymore) I moved in with my aunt and uncle. I just moved my clothes and shoes though (which is an ordeal in and of itself). All of my furniture, pictures, dishes, etc. are still in the house.
Last night I went by my house to grab the remainder of what was in my closet and stopped to take a look around. I have been debating for awhile about what to sell and what to keep. God spoke to me last night and said, “Sell it all, Lacey. You don’t need this stuff. This isn’t who you are anymore.” And He’s right (I mean, of course He’s right…He’s God!). The things in my house represent the old me – the Lacey that had to have designer shoes, the best car, the prettiest furniture and all that jazz. God is breaking my heart daily with what breaks His. I’m realizing that those things were just that…THINGS! I will say that getting rid of everything is a lot harder than it would seem though.
A year ago I was living a completely different life. From the outside you would think everything was grand. From the inside you would see that I was lonely, hurting and trying to fill a void in my life with anything but God. Today, I am new and I hope I am making God proud because I am being obedient to what He is calling me to do. I’m seriously giving up EVERYTHING to serve Him. As hard as doing this is and is going to be, I have never experienced the joy I am experiencing now. I am truly living life to the fullest except with a lot fewer things.
I have a peace about what He is doing in my life. The big picture is slowly coming into focus…my eyes are finally watching and waiting to see what He will do next. I’m at the point where I have to be confident that what God is telling me to do and the path He is telling me to take is the right thing. I cannot question it, I just have to act on it having faith that He is in charge. There is no other way I would want to live my life. My life is finally really beginning.
“Your teacher will be right there, local and on the job,
urging you on whenever you wander left or right:
“This is the right road. Walk down this road.”
You’ll scrap your expensive and fashionable god-images.
You’ll throw them in the trash as so much garbage,
saying, “Good riddance!”
Isaiah 30:21-22
urging you on whenever you wander left or right:
“This is the right road. Walk down this road.”
You’ll scrap your expensive and fashionable god-images.
You’ll throw them in the trash as so much garbage,
saying, “Good riddance!”
Isaiah 30:21-22
