I
am so grateful tonight. Who am I that God thinks so highly of me? I
have recently been forced to take a long good look at my life.

All of my sins, my mistakes, my failures. I’ve had to look at it
all. Just tonight. I was having a serious discussion with a brand new
roommate and old unknown friend. I was faced with the decision to tell
her that everything I have gone through was somehow worth it. I could
have lied, and told her that my damaged past was worth it to feel this
healthy when it really wasn’t.
 
But somehow, I was able to look her straight in the eyes, and
say,”All of the crap I have gone through, all the poor choices, all the
evil sins and situations God let me get fall into, was WORTH it because
it has gotten me to this place. The place where I can say for the first
time that I feel healthy. I feel alive. I finally feel loved and
independent.”
 
And it’s all about God. He has brought me through all of these
trials and tribulations to meet me here, at a place where I can lift
another up. My sister is hurting. She is in pain, unsure of what God
has in store for her life, and I (hopefully) was able to bring her some
sort of hope, because I was able to say: “I was there. I understand.
And I got through with His help, and you can too.”
 
The fact that God somehow counts me worhty to help another person,
someone who I look up to and respect, is amazing. I feel like Aaron or
Hur who held up the arms of Moses when the Israelites fought the
Amalekites. Who am I to help someone as respected as Moses? As
knoweldgable as Solomon? As powerful as David?
 
And yet, God chose me, for such a time as this, the way he chose
Ester. . . I am beyond blown away. I didn’t know that I would EVER
amount to ANYTHING as far as the Kingdom of God is concerned, and now,
I know that if I don’t bridge this gap NOW it may forever be uncrossed.
 
God has shown me Love, how could I not share that with others? We
are all a beautiful disaster, and God is constantly seeking to show us
love, to heal us of our broken hearts and our bloody scars. The healing
is what hurts the most, but the health it leaves us with is WORTH any
pain it takes to get there.
 
Jesus knew this. That’s why He died on that cross. He knew how
badly His father wanted to be reconciled with us, and so Jesus took the
pain we could not endure to bring us back. To heal us from the death of
our sins, Jesus openly received our wounds so that He would know how to
heal us. Yes, He healed people in His life, but how many more did He
heal in His death?
 
So let me die to myself. Let me face MORE trials and MORE
tribulations if it allows me to understand the hurting. Bring the pain
and the sorrow if It shows me how to heal a wound or share a smile. It
is so worth it. To know that you’re not alone, and to show others they
aren’t alone. So worth it.
 
Some scars are beautiful.