I was going through my closet a couple weeks back and I realized how many t-shirts I had.
Shirts from plays I've been in.
Shirts from camps I've gone to.
Shirts from churches I've attended.
Shirts of bands I love.
Shirts from concerts.
Shirts from places I've worked.
Shirts from festivals.
Shirts from non-profit organizations I've spoken for.
So. Many. Shirts.
And years later I still wear them. They each speak of an experience I've had. A place I've been. And to the people around me, when I wear these shirts, they speak a little about who I am and the things I love. They define me in a way.
Scars are the same way.
A bit more permanent. Sometimes their stories are dark. Sometimes they're beautiful.
I have scars on my sides from growing two babies. They're beautiful scars. They're a reminder of the life that grew inside of me.
Scars are wounds that have healed but left a mark. A reminder.
My heart wears t-shirts and bares scars. My heart carries the experiences and reminders of the good and bad places I've been, the people I love and have loved, the life that's grown inside me. No wonder Jesus says in Matthew 11:28
Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
All of these things can be so heavy to carry. But in the long run they are temporary. And I have to remind myself of that when I start to let these t-shirts and scars define who I am more than I let Christ define me.
For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.
+ Romans 8:18
Simple. But today Lord I just need to know you still got me. I need to know that John 10:28-29 is for me too.
I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all, and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father's hand.