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Broken, Bruised, Defiled



Broken, bruised and defiled.

Battered by words and deeds.

Bruised by betrayal.

Defiled by the most unholy.

Some women have scars. Scars that wound the soul. They forever change her. Her scars are a blessing and a curse. She is a mess of complex emotion. Her pain is raw. She bleeds. Her tears hold indescribable grief. Her life is chaotic. She is lost. She is alone. She is too much. She is not enough. It’s easy to despise her weakness rather than value her strength.

See past the wounds and the rough edges. See more than the war that wages inside of her. See more than all she tries to hide. See more than all she reveals. See more than the heavy load she carries on her back. See her depths of love. See her dignity and her immeasurable worth. See her mercy. See how she suffers long. See the many treasures in her you never saw before. Open your eyes. Open your heart. 
SEE HER.

Be the grace that lifts her head. Be the kindness that counterbalances the cruelty. Be uncomfortable and draw near. Be the care. Be the soft word. Be the one who truly hears. Be the lovely. Be the help.

Help others to see. Help others to care. Help others to hear. Help others to cherish. Help others to want to help.

You can’t be her Saviour. You are not her God. But you can reflect Your God. To her.

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