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The Scar From My Something

by Rebekah  •   Dec 18, 2010  •   23 Comments  •  
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We ALL have something. THE something. The one thing that defines a season (or seasons) in your life. On more than one occasion I have heard a lady give her testimony in which she says (I’m paraphrasing):

 There WILL come a time in your life when it comes down to just you and God.

 The first couple of times I heard her say that I couldn’t imagine what would bring me to a point where it came down to just God and me.

For the first 30 years of my life, God was my “spare tire.” When I needed Him, I’d find Him and use Him. Otherwise, I just tried (unsuccessfully) to be a “good girl” in order to make God happy. I’ve never had an immediate family member die. I never had to deal with my parents divorcing. Pretty much, life rolled along with somewhat normal ups and downs until I hit 30. I never realized I needed Him every second of every day.

My crisis came halfway through my 30th year. I was 33 and a half before I experienced complete healing. It was during that time period that it came down to just God and me. No one else could rid me of the unhealthy emotions that were my constant companions. I had a choice to make: let God deal with me, my sin and my emotions, or bury them and go on as though my crisis never happened. I chose to let God heal me, no matter what. I didn’t set limitations on His healing. I didn’t ask God to heal me only if…nobody found out, it didn’t hurt, I didn’t lose everything. The truth is people did find out, it did hurt, and I did experience loss. But the healing was worth it.

There comes a time when we must let God deal with us, with our SOMETHING. If left buried, it festers, becomes bigger and takes over every area of our lives. It affects our relationships, our sleeping and eating habits, our work, our ministry…EVERY area. Like a wound that’s left untreated, it becomes infected and spreads. However, when treated, it eventually turns into a scar that is the proof of healing.

I’ve decided that scars are beautiful. I know mine is.

It’s my proof and reminder that it came down to just God and me, and God made beauty from ashes.

It’s my proof and reminder that I need Him every second of every day.

By Rebekah, http://rebekahgilbert.blogspot.com/

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