The Scar Where Love Decided To Stay

The day is ending, and the armor you wore for twelve hours finally hits the floor. Now there is only the quiet, and your finger tracing the edge of a scar you hoped no one would ever find.

You wonder: if they knew the shape of you before they arrived, would they stay? The light does not flinch at the broken places.

Long before you were loved by anyone, the Father saw the wreckage and ran to meet it. He did not wait for you to clean up the debris.

He embraced the mess while it was still bleeding. The one who loves you now has seen the whole story, and they are still here.

You do not have to hide the history that made you. The scar is not a reason to leave.

It is the place where the light entered, and where love decided to stay.