I am home now.

Earlier this week, I had a good visit with a dear friend. This passage was inspired by her. Here's to you, my curly headed friend.

My scars are deep.
My scars are sensitive.
My hope is deep.
My hope is not sensitive.
My regrets run through my veins.


However, my failures are full of beauty.
They reveal the power of the one who saved my sunless soul.

So I decided something.
I decided to trade my scars & regrets for something great.
All I did was change the way I viewed them.
No longer were they hidden shameful things left in the closet.

They became a map.

They showed the world where I used to live and how
I swam the seven seas, and
walked through many dry deserts, and
ran through cluttered countries to get to my new home now.

I am new.