My trials didn’t make me stronger, but left me with battle
scars. Scars still tender to the touch
and makes me wonder if the God I serve has ever heard my cries. Although I realize, he was always by my side;
especially when the tears filled my eyes.
Helping me release my pride and turn to humility because I know how he
sees me. Not things which may have me in
a stronghold. Not the mistakes I’ve made
along the way. He sees me in a very special
way. He sees me as he created me. Whole, not broken. Faithful, not faithless. Loved not despised,
He sees me through Jesus’ eyes!
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