Vows spoken before God, cast aside and broken. Hearts bleeding, ravaged by deception. Broken pieces, Scattered. Remnants of what was once a lifetime together. So long ago, yet felt so strongly still. Those broken pieces fashioned into a life, only a shadow of what was meant to be. The hearts left behind almost unrecognizable beneath the scars.
 
 
 
Scars that push trust just out of reach.
 
Scars that distort the present.
 
Scars that question motives, causing fear and anger to flourish.
 
Scars that feed jealousy and selfishness.
 
Scars that twist words, turning promises into lies.
 
Scars that continue the destruction began a lifetime ago.
 
Scars that always doubt the love that’s here and now.
  
 
 
The scars of infidelity are the scars I carry. Betrayed or betrayer, it doesn’t really matter. Both carry their own set of hurts and feelings of failure. These are the wounds that left their mark all those years ago.
 
Don’t we all carry scars of some kind or another? From wounds we have inflicted upon ourselves. Some because of our own carelessness and some because of our own failings. Still others we had no hand in. Those inflicted upon us by the carelessness or failings of others.
 
Maybe you carry scars like those described above. Maybe you were abused. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. Maybe you were betrayed by someone you loved and trusted. A best friend, a spouse, a parent or other family member. The church. Maybe you were bullied, slandered, the victim of gossip. I could go on and on or just have you fill in the blank…we all know the things that have marked us.
 
Or maybe you were the one who betrayed someone close to you. You’ve had to live with the hurt and disappointment reflected back at you every time you look at that person. And maybe even more devastating, the reflection that stares back at you every time you look in the mirror.
 
This is where Grace steps quietly in. Grace that’s unending. Grace that’s big enough to cover a multitude of wrongs. Grace that will take all of the ugliness and broken pieces and make them beautiful again. No, we may not be the same person we were before our time in the wilderness. Before we were wounded. But our scars can make us stronger if we trust that Grace offers us redemption and rescue from our bondage. If we trust that Grace is more than capable of revealing truth if we take the time to listen. If we trust that Grace is all about restoration, giving us back what we have lost. Ourselves. 
 
And because of Grace, we all have the unique opportunity to show grace to someone else who is hurting. You may be able to share your story with them or simply be able to say, “I know what you are going through.” There is something holy about being able to walk alongside someone in the midst of their wilderness. I think there is healing there. Balm for our wounds. There’s a sacredness in knowing we are not alone.
 
That doesn’t necessarily mean that relationships will always be healed and restored. If you are in the midst of having things fall apart around you, know that love does win in the end. There is redemption and restoration available for you. Healing available for your heart. Grace waits patiently with arms open wide. Grace is always ready to gently gather the shattered pieces of your heart and make something new.
 
Grace always wins.
 
 
“And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ,
after you have suffered a little while,
will himself restore you and make you strong…”

1 Peter 5:10

                                

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