The damage was extensive.
Broken-hearted, I ventured down the familiar pathway. The same pathway that had once brought me so much comfort, so much solace during turbulent times.
How could someone do something so destructive and heinous?
Every ancient stone, now marred by orange and blue paint. All my beloved pines, my beautiful carpet of vibrant green moss, all ruined by someone’s recklessness.
Standing amongst the graffiti, I wondered if there was any point in coming back.
This place, scarred by humanity, had nothing to offer me, now.
Once known as “Beautiful Rock”, could it even be called that anymore? I wondered.
My heart pricked with guilt, as I perched on my battered cliffs.
No.
We belonged together, these stones and I.
Both scarred by humanity; and left with an ugly mark by the hand of hate-filled people.
Closing my eyes, I whispered a prayer of thankfulness that the people in my life hadn’t looked at me, covered in the graffiti of my circumstances or pain and cast me off.
I thanked God that, even when I seemed to have nothing left to offer, someone found value in my existence and friendship.
Even more amazing, that despite my imperfections, and the marks left on me by my sin, God did not abandon me for someone purer and more worthy.
How wonderful to know that we have a Beautiful Rock in our life, whether we are marred or untouched.
Look to the rock of your salvation. He alone determines your significance.
We are all Scarred.
Marred and yet, beautiful.
By, Me
Such truth. We are also scarred and yet God sees beauty in us. He also breaks that beauty out for others to see. Thanks for a lovely grouping of thoughts to consider this morning