So I've spent the last couple months thinking, and praying, over a new name. After a lot of debate, it came down to Scars & Promises. These two things I'm familiar with. These two things have made me who I am.
I wanted the title to speak of brokenness. I've found that brokenness is a staple of humanity. Every person I've met is broken. I learned this especially in college, meeting friends who would slowly show me their scars. Brokenness, is a fact of life, and something that I see glaring in myself. But as I grow, the scars heal it.
I love scars. I don't see them as mars of people's flesh, I see stories. Something extreme had to have happen to maim a person to the point where they can't go back to the way they were. That scar means something, its important. And for Christians, scars can be testaments to how God has worked in their lives. Scars can be a door to show others what God is capable of.
This weekend I was on an Emmaus walk, and it was amazing. The stuff God did, the lives that were moved, the hearts that were opened, the scars that were healed. It was spectacular. God worked on the pilgrims over the weekend, and yesterday, he worked on me. It felt like I had a roto rooter taken to my soul. And God pointed out several places where I was still broken, and in need of a scar.
Which is the rest of the title, the Promises. God may use the hard things of life to make us better, but he never allows a trial without the promise of something better to come. I really have to cling to this because I tend to convince myself that the better things will never come. But God says its different. I will have purpose, I will impact the world, I will have close friends, I will have my own family, I will make God proud.
At times like this, when the Scars are more apparent, I look to the Promises to keep me going on.
That's such a beautiful thought, Ethan. And it's so true- everyone has at least a part of them that is broken and not functioning correctly. Thank God that Jesus heals all that.
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