Scarred People are Beautiful

Man Speaks:
I’ve seen a number of movies lately, Lord.
Like Romeo and Juliet.
The love of young people, at least in some movies,
Is beautiful…
So simple… so total… so uncomplicated.
They seem so natural
So free in their emotions, so clear in feelings.
I wish I could be like that, Lord
But I can’t be.
Why is this so?

I’ve been hurt, lord.
I have trusted and been betrayed at times.
I have loved and received nothing in return.
I have tried hard to care and failed often.
I have shared my secrets and heard them whispered to others.
I have been warn and received a cold shoulder.

I have been through it, Lord
I’ve fallen in face.
I’ve banged my shins.
I’ve been bruised.
Look, Lord. I am all covered with scars!

The Lord speaks:
Maybe you haven’t understood enough:
Maybe you haven’t learned that human life is like that:
All saints are scared.
Young love is not the highest form of love.
The greatest love comes from scarred people.
I know that many people stop loving so they won’t be hurt again.
But those people who do start all over again,
Who continue in spite of all,
Who leave themselves open, to the possibility of being hurt again,
These people are able to love again in a deeper way,
A more understanding way, a richer way.

Man’s response:
I think I know what you mean, Lord.
I have met people like that…
And knowing them gives me courage,
The greatest people are those who continue to love with their scars.
I LIKE SCARRED PEOPLE, LORD.
THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL! =)