My scars
The scars on my arm are a visible reminder of the battles I fought, the burdens I bore
They are a physical reminder of the silent struggles, the darkness
For some, scars fade, but for me my scars went so deep they healed raised above the skin
Every day I’m reminded to fight
Every day the scars remind me to take another step
Every day the scars remind me that I’ve been to rock bottom and I survived
Every day I fight to fulfill my purpose on why I’m still alive
In the darkest moments I wished I wouldn’t wake up
Now those dark moments are just a memory
I long to live, to tell others of Who I met and Who I now live for
I now have a new purpose to live
He saved me, raised me up, and continues to resurrect me into the person I am created to be
I am a new creation, created to love and to be loved by the One who created me and knows me best, the One who rescued me from the dark
My Scars
In courageous faith and for His glory alone,
Sharon
