written

We live our lives with scars. Everyone has them. Whether they’re hidden, tucked away, or on display they are there guiding and shaping us sealing us with life’s unique fingerprint.

I like my scars.

Dark and red they tell a story. It’s a map of survival. Winding paths of perseverance and longing. Knots of desperation and a long fight. Narrow roads of hope and a future. They tell me where I’ve come from and where I’m going.

I am not my scars. They wrap around me but I am not wrapped up in them. They’re not there to teach me a lesson, but I learn from them. They snake across my body and they are written across my heart. They do not serve as a painful reminder, but as a guide.

I used to wish them away. Pray that they would disappear worried that it was all I would be.

I have allowed them to be a gift to me.

Don’t be afraid. Believe. Hang on. There has to be more. Love deeply. Live. Whispers from a story told urging me to keep going.

I live my life with scars seen and unseen. They weave in and out. They are my battle wounds. And for that I honor them.

Swept Up


In Slumdog Millionaire
If you haven’t seen this movie go see it. Now. Go! Scott and I saw it over the weekend and fell in love with it. My friend Jenn says it is as heartbreaking as it is heartwarming and she’s right. It is a beautiful inspirational movie – one of survival and hope and destiny.

16 thoughts on “written

  1. Dorkys Ramos

    That must have taken such inner strength to look at your scars in a positive light and as an opportunity to learn and grow.

  2. kendalee

    I agree. With every word. Strangely synchronistic post this, like the expression of a conversation I’ve been having with myself of late. It’s the wounds that aren’t quite scars yet that I’m battling with a bit. Time will do its healing thing though – eventually. I have faith. My other scars have taught me this.

  3. Julie

    Heidi,
    I wrote a devotional for the Internet Cafe that’s posted today. It’s about God’s image engraved on our lives. Someone left a link to this post on that devo. so I thought I’d come by and read what you have written.

    Thank you for sharing your heart here. Our scars do not define us, but they are part of God’s testimony of Isaiah 61…. and the healing of our brokenness.

    I heard it said once, that one of the greatest acts of spiritual warfare is when we minister to others out of our healed wounds.

    Again, thanks for sharing. It’s my first visit here. It’s nice to meet you.

  4. LMN

    Your post gives me tingles …. again. Lovely writing. Just love it.

    And I DO look forward to seeing the movie you recommend! I hadn’t heard of it until my sister mentioned it, and I am reminded by your post to get my buns in to see it!

  5. Mar

    You constantly amaze me – I feel so deeply honored to call you my friend. I love you so much – thank you for you!
    As for the movie? Don’t get me started…A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! Loved it.I’m glad you loved it too! I didn’t even want to see it. Iain made me and I’m so glad he did.
    Love you, miss you. Let’s chat soon!
    Mar xoxo

  6. Kate Coveny Hood

    I’ve always felt this way about emotional scars. The sad, awful ones that you would never choose. How do you wish them away once they’ve helped to form the person how have become. Who would you be without them? They’re defining, and for that, they should at the very least be given some respect and maybe a little gratitude.

  7. Heidi

    dorkys, thank you. 🙂

    kendalee, i wish you well in your journey. it’s tough when you’re right in the middle of it still trying to figure things out and hurting. i wish you the very, very best.

    julie, thank you for coming by. and thank you for your kind words.

    mar, thank you, friend. wasn’t that movie sooo good?? it just stayed with me for days afterward.

    i was just thinking about you…i miss you too. xo

    kch, i completely agree with you. wholeheartedly.

  8. Heidi

    lmn, ummm…yup…missed you too…my head is all over the place these days.
    thank you. and, yes, go see the movie! you won’t be disappointed.

  9. thezeninyou

    Scars are like maps…reminding us where we have gone and what we have been through. Wear you scars with pride…you are a warrior!

  10. dawn

    so beautifully written as always. you are so right heidi, our scars weave in and out. and because of your strength and who you are, you have not let those scars define you or become bigger than you. they weave in and out, opening up every part of you to live bravely and live deeply.

    slumdog millionaire? the best. i adored it. it just made me so happy. it’s going to kill at the oscars i bet!

  11. Heidi

    thezeninyou, thank you.

    dawn, thank you.
    it was such a great movie. one i think i’ll own when it comes out on dvd. i hope it does kill at the oscars. it’s been winning everything everywhere else.

    maggie, i would say the same thing about you. 🙂

  12. tiff

    Wow.
    Your ppost just blew me away. I am feeling my scars right now. They leave parts of my being weaker than others some days.

    This was beautiful.

  13. Heidi

    tiff, thank you.
    new wounds remind us of old ones and it can take a lot out of us. i hope so much that things get better for you.

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