Damaged

I have been damaged. We all have to some degree. I am not living the life that I dreamed about when I was a kid. However, the damage that I have suffered has made the contents of my heart so much better, so much more compassionate, so much more in pursuit of Jesus. I have been looked down upon and judged by many who have seen my label missing and slapped on their own.

I’ve wanted to say, “Don’t judge too quickly. My damage has not defined me…but, it is refining me.” I may sometimes be at the bottom of the life’s bin, but Jesus paid as high a price for those of us at the bottom as He did for those that are proudly displayed on the top shelf.

Father God, my life hasn’t turned out exactly turned out like I thought it would. Nor is it what I want it to be. But, I know that You can still use me. Please forgive me for labeling others and judging them by their outside circumstances instead of the work that You are doing in their heart. Help me realize that we all have dents but that’s what keeps us desperate for a Savior.