For years I couldn't figure out my hair-trigger temper, particularly because most of the time, my angry feelings were aimed at me.
Nor could I understand why grabbing a can of green beans from the pantry turned into such a frustrating ordeal when other cans of veggies accidentally spilled onto the floor. I couldn't just pick up the cans and move on. Instead, I'd pitch a fit, wondering why everything was so hard. Then I'd get upset with myself for overreacting to something so trivial.
As I look back on that angry, frustrated young woman, I see someone walking around with gaping wounds, completely unaware she is bleeding.
I lived so long in survival mode that I was tragically distanced from the reality of my traumatic past. But the unacknowledged, unhealed wounds in my heart leaked out anyway. The truth was I had so much pressure inside me from those hurts that every small frustration turned into the proverbial last straw.
But Jesus! He saw this mess of a woman and slowly, graciously, tenderly began healing my heart. Even when we're unable to perceive our deepest needs, Jesus targets the very places in us that need Him most. He healed me and relieved the pressure. And now, most of those wounds are only scars--beautiful scars--precious reminders of my amazing value to Him.
Think about that. The Creator of the universe so esteems us, and places such a high value on our hearts, that He willingly dives into our ugliest parts, leaving us with beauty where once a gaping wound existed.
I wouldn't trade my beautiful scars for anything, and you shouldn't, either. After all, Jesus has them, too.
You shall also be so beautiful and prosperous as to be thought of as a crown of glory and honor in the hand of the Lord, and a royal diadem, exceedingly beautiful in the hand of your God. (Isaiah 62:3)