Sometimes we are tempted to cover over our scars, pretend they didn’t happen. No one will know. Maybe it never even happened. We forget: Jesus had scars, too. My blog for this week on learning to own my scars.
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Sometimes, just like we can’t get past our embarrassment about lagging grades, we can’t get past the stains of our past. Sins can feel like a bad report card grade, can’t they? Like they’re on your permanent record, blazing bright for all the world to see, like a scarlet letter or a stamp that says “no good,” “worthless,” “shame on you.”
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