From Broken to Beautiful

Have you ever felt resilient to anything and everything? Like you can conquer any battle life throws at you,  like nothing can get in your way? But then, all it takes is one word, one song, one forgotten memory to trigger the utmost tear destroying the healing taken place. It hurts really bad. It cuts like knife, and stings like a Bee. I wish I could say that there was a cure for it completely. But I've found we will always live with our mistakes, and face the consequences long after they're just a memory. It can't be taken away, but it can be dealt with, and used for greater goods. Christ can heal, he can save you, he can pick you up when you fall. He can use your brokenness and create remarkable outcomes. He will fill you with joy, and give you hope that you can't find anywhere else. We often run to all the wrong sources to fill that empty gap. We ingest poison, thinking it's a sweet apple, and we die away a slow painful death. The memories haunt our lives, and make it so hard to move forward, and let go. It will follow you, always. But it's up to you, whether to give in and surrender to your loss, and sadness. Or stand strong and continue to brush it off. Don't let the devil succeed, in his tricky ways. I've been in the place of a naive soul, and lacked understanding of the damage that can be done with flirting with the world. In that state of mind, I experienced pain, regret, fear and hopelessness. But I was rescued, by my Savior. Now, I stand stronger, with so much passion to withhold from that path. Yet, it kills me to see girls and boys just like me, at a different stage. The one before the consequences. The one where they think they're happy, and have it all. I hate it because I know the future that they posses, when walking down that line. Only one can save them. That boy will not always be guaranteed to love you. He will someday have his arms around another girl. Use the same tricks he did on you. That boy will not take into account what he's stole from you, or even consider the damage he's done. That boy will not remember your innocence, or value, but remember what he gained, and you lost. Don't look for remorse in the lost ones. Don't look for a sign of pity, or an open door. He wont wait for you. He doesn't care about you like you think. He's just really confused, and empty, and doesn't know better. Don't think you're that one in a million, that will end up like that cheesy movie. This is life. It's a cruel, hateful, nasty world. Sin made it this way, and keeps it this way.
There are imitations of good, and there is the small percentage of genuine good. Be wise, and don't settle for the fake stuff. While you cry remembering what you miss, and lost. That boy is is hunting down his prey, which will become his next victim. Don't hate him though. I often want to reflect my anger with words, and actions, but I find that the most peace comes with God, in his mysterious ways of healing the little cracks we forgot existed.  We have to live, and love like him. The best revenge, is simply moving on. Rather than hating those who have caused pain in our lives, we must love, and forgive them. By forgiving, you must do all in your will, to forget. The same goes for boys. She may have hurt you, but you must not dwell on regrets and fears. You'l miss out on the real good that lay in your path. We are all beautiful and deserve so much more than we think. He loves unconditionally, they love temporarily, when it's in convenience.


He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. 
Psalm 147:3