This is a blog about restoration, a broken heart, a cracked vessel...
It is a story that speaks to a greater Story. It speaks to the tenderness of a God who reaches into the darkest places, when we have made our bed in hell, and pulls our broken bodies into the light and restores the deepest wounds of our souls.
I hope to always point to the reality that this type of restoration comes at a price...
Christ endured the darkest hell and the deepest pain in order to victoriously reign over every bondage our greatest enemy would ever throw at us. He was broken, His vessel was cracked, blood and water flowed from His body... He was dead and by the power of a great and sovereign God, He was lifted up~ He became Light and His wounds were healed.
He was restored... glorious. Not only was He lifted up, but His wounds were healed, His broken body mended, His cracked vessel gloriously sealed in all places...
Not only was He brought up from the dead, His broken body healed... but He was restored to an even greater glory than before...
Yet in God's infinite wisdom, He left the scars. In His glorious restored and redeemed state, His scars spoke a thousand words. They still do. A glorious story, a beautiful reality.
This is a blog where I hope my scars speaks a thousand words...where my restoration and devotion to Completion shines light at the possibilities of wholeness found in a Savior who was broken... and restored... with scars that heal our wounds.
Scars due to hellacious wounds are a beautiful thing.
We are His beloved, our wounds are His, our brokenness is the gateway to unparalleled light and peace.
That is good news. We are all broken. We all have scars...some of us still bleeding.
Take heart dear one... In Him there is restoration peace.
r~
"the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him,
and by His wounds we are healed." Isaiah 53:5
