I stood there, on the top of the mountain, with enormous peace.
Someone was walking toward me. As the man walked closer and closer, I realized it was Jesus.
He asked me to give Him all of my scars.
“List them, one by one,” He said.
We sat down, they presented themselves as name tags, and I listed them…
Lonely,
Scared,
Misunderstood,
Different,
Shy,
Timid,
Weird,
Ashamed,
Empty,
Used,
Disposable,
Replaceable,
Plain,
Homely,
Average,
Quiet,
Single.
Jesus put his hands out and lovingly asked for all of them.
They had attached themselves to me, all over the place, as “Hello, my name is…” sticky name tags.
I plucked them off, gathered them into a pile, and then handed them to Jesus.
He walked to the edge of the cliff and threw the pile into the air. The name tags disappeared. Gone. Forever.
Walking back toward me, He was smiling.
He asked me to promise that I would never climb down that cliff in search of the scars.
Eagerly.
He told me that the ruler of this world is set to destroy me. He told me that the scars will only hold power over me if I allow them to. Don’t let them stick, He said. See yourself as the beautiful creation that you were when I knit you together, and always will be to Me.
He put his hands out again, and welcomed me into His embrace. He told me He loved me, and called me His sweet child.
As he let go, and walked away, He whispered “Live in Freedom!,” to my soul.
Deal.
I shall.
Until we meet again.
Sincerely and Eternally grateful,
Yours truly.
Overcoming Obstacles 