What you see on the outside isn’t quite what I look like on the inside. While time marches on, offering no free rides or even discount coupons for the journey, this body of mine has seen its battles… some only small skirmishes, while others were devastating battles, leaving costly scars.

On the outside, many of my scars have faded into wrinkles and laugh lines, to be forgotten, or simply overlooked by those that I encounter… but, there they remain, none the less.

On the inside, however, who I am is far different from what many are allowed to view. I am still that wild, and indestructible creation that my heavenly Father created with painstaking detail.

I was created in the image of God, which is nothing less than beautiful!

I am a warrior for God… me!

A life begun in wickedness and shame, transformed into that which reflects Grace, Redemption, and so, so much mercy!

You know, I’m glad for all my scars, as they remind me of where I came from, and all the lessons learned from the journey.

I believe that when we give all our hurts over to God, those bruises and scars transform into armor! Not just any armor, though, but the armor of God! Etched within all those scars will be found verse after verse of eternal truths, put there by the very hand of God.

Now, it is He that flows through my veins…