The nail prints are STILL in His hands. As my 10th anniversary approaches, I think more of the great darkness of the Valley. It is never far from me, but I am no longer afraid of it bc I remember so clearly now how the Lord made provision for me, even before I woke up. Still, I have more scars, physical and emotional, than I ever admitted. But I am also clothed with “strength and honor” (Prov 31.25). And the scars themselves pulse with life and power. Surely the power that raised Christ from the dead could have erased every mark of dishonor from His flesh. But the scars are still there. He “bore the cross, despising the shame…” and HE IS RISEN. #avmsurvivor #strokesurvivor #lifeismysport #learninghowtolive #shreddedgrace
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