He is the Love of my life

thin white lines are a reminder of a past I will always carry with me, of a time that may have been years ago but still sits at the surface; a constant reminder of who I was. A reminder of who I could become again. I sit and look at thin white lines that fade as each day passes and think about all I have been through, all the strength I have. So often I look at the negative and forget to see the positive; the fact that when I was at my lowest, covered in my own sin my God came down and picked me up. He taught me how to live, love and laugh again. He showed me what grace is and that it is all I ever need. I always wonder why we always need to see the negative in a situation and not see all the amazing things that can come out of it. Instead of looking at all the sin I used to be covered in why not look at all the joy I'm surrounded with now. There comes a time when I need to get rid of the shame I feel over my past and instead look at all the people around me that I can help with my story. Instead of looking at all the hurt that came from those scars, look at love written on my arm for all to see. It's time for me to get over my fear of what everyone else is going to think of me, of what the church might say but be sure of all that God has spoken into my life. The only judgement that I need to worry about is his.