I had a thought about scars. We try so hard to cover up our scars; to live so no one sees. Yet Jesus Christ still has his scars. His scars are that permanent reminder of His sacrifice for us on the cross. When we meet Him in person, He’ll still have them. Whatever scars you might be carrying, they don’t have to be a curse. Let your scars be a badge of honor for what you survived. Scars of the heart make us tender towards others. Hebrews 4:15. Jesus knows about our scars. When we are heavy with the weight of hurt, He understands.
As a kid I watched my parents fight about different things. I don't really have any other parents to compare them to so I can't really say whether they were normal fights couples have or not. I couldn't even say what most of them were about except the ones that were about me. We only ate as a family on holidays. My father came home late so we kids ate without him. I do remember spending time with him in the evening before I went to bed so it couldn't have been that late. My own husband gets home a little later because of his job commute so we eat late every night. But home schooling has given us the ability to be more flexible than my Mom was able to be. We had school early the next day. As I got older, I remember my Father being home less and less and the fights seemed to intensify. I remember one night when I was thirteen. I could hear them yelling through the wall. My mom found me crying and I told her I didn't want them to get a divorce. She told me...
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