beautiful wounds

Our family watched a couple movies this weekend. Each character dealt with wounds, external or internal, that they bore throughout the story-line.  Some characters allowed their wounds to teach them and grow them, others let the weight of their wounds pull them down further in the mire.

Struggling with wounds- inside or outside is a reality for all of us. The difference is how we respond to these wounds.  Do we continue to pick at them, causing infections, and tenderness, not allowing them to heal? Or do we care for them, applying ointments, bandages, and allow the air to help the wounds heal?

Scripture tells us about the Healer, Christ, and how He would heal those who are broken. Christ would not break them fully, He would not allow the little piece of Hope they were hanging onto to be snuffed out.

“Here is my servant, whom I uphold,
    my chosen one in whom I delight;
I will put my Spirit on him,
    and he will bring justice to the nations.
He will not shout or cry out,
    or raise his voice in the streets.
A bruised reed he will not break,
    and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out.
In faithfulness he will bring forth justice;
    he will not falter or be discouraged
till he establishes justice on earth” (Isaiah 42:1-4a).

The verses go on to say how through Christ we will be freed from the pain, we will be given sight that allows us to see beyond what we have known.  We will be restored and redeemed.

The thing is, God will not remove the wounds, making our bodies as they were before we were injured.  Instead, God allows the scars to remain, to remind us us what we have been through and Who has brought the healing (Isaiah 42:9).

And these scars, they become beautiful stories.  Stories we share with others, telling of the amazing Healer, the One who brought Hope, restoration, and wholeness through His touch (Isaiah 42:7).

Beautiful Things

All this pain
I wonder if I’ll ever find my way?
I wonder if my life could really change at all?
All this earth
Could all that is lost ever be found?
Could a garden come up from this ground at all?

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

All around
Hope is springing up from this old ground
Out of chaos life is being found in You

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

Oh, you make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of us

You make me new, You are making me new
You make me new, You are making me new
Making me new

You make beautiful things
(You make me new)
You make beautiful things out of the dust
(You are making me new, making me new)

You make beautiful things
(You make me new)
You make beautiful things out of us
(You are making me new, making me new)

Oh, you make beautiful things
(You make me new)
You make beautiful things out of the dust
(You are making me new, making me new)

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust

You make me new, You are making me new
You make me new, You are making me new

Songwriters
Michael Gungor;Lisa Gungor

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About gretchenr17

Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Writer, farmer, fellow sojourner... at every turn I learn a bit more about God's wild mercies.
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