Tag: Scars

Heal The Wound But Leave The Scar

Earlier this month I posted the following statement on my Facebook wall.

Listening to throw- back Thursday on Proclaim FM… They are playing Michael W Smith’s “Friends are Friends” song. Suddenly… I am over whelmed with memories of a time in my life that I buried a long time ago… a time when I was known as Mr. Lee. He’s been dead for 20 years now.

I had posted that as a simple statement of the fact that the song brought back some memories of a time in my life when I was the Administrator of a Christian School. I had a few comments to my post about how that time in my life wasn’t all bad and I basically shouldn’t think of it as a negative time in my life.

Let me make something very clear…I don’t. 

TCAI don’t view it as a negative time in my life at all, but there are some memories from that period of my life that I would like to forget forever.  To be honest, there are things that I have honestly blocked out of my mind.  I will have former students come up to me and remind me of something I did or something happened in the school and I just don’t remember many of those events.  No offense to any former student or staff member during my tenure there.  It is just some of those memories I’d really just rather forget.   That includes both the good and bad memories.

I hold that time in my life as very precious and it took years for me to be able to move on.  It took me years to come to grips with the loss of my ministry.  When a song like the one mentioned above comes on and the memories flood my mind it brings back the hurt that I caused and it reminds me once again of my failure in my ministry.

God has been very gracious to me and has allowed me to move on.  The hurt is not what it once was and there are periods of times in my life that I don’t remember the hurt at all.  God has taken away much of the pain but the one thing He has not done is remove the spiritual scars that I earned during that time in my life. 

Truth is… I have many scars.

Not as often as in the past and honestly the only time I see the scars that I carry is when those memories are stirred by a conversation.  Or as in this example, a song.  The memories can be so vivid and that they  take me right back there again. I usually wrestle with the Lord a little, wondering what is the purpose of this remembering.

Why do we need to feel it all and hurt so much again? Now, it never goes away, there is always pain, but it may not be as intense as it can be sometimes. Something reminds us and the pain comes again. What is the Lord’s purpose in those painful memories and why are they still necessary?

Over the past few years I believe that I am coming to terms with accepting these memories.  I am starting to understand that these memories come up so we can remember not to lose our compassion for others, especially when there are many people are struggling in their life. Maybe we need to spend more time praying for others who we know are hurting.  Maybe we need to reach out and give a hand to one of these people.  It obvious that sometimes it takes a lot for the Lord to get our attention off our selves and put our focus on others.

I want to keep my scars.  Not from a sense of pride but for a reminder of what happens when you take your eyes off of Jesus Christ.  I have always been amazed that Jesus kept his physical scars.

Did you ever wonder why He kept the scars?  If He was the son of God, why not completely heal those hands and feet.  Why bear the scars?  Why did Jesus keep the scars, show the scars and why does He through eternity keep those scars?

Was it simply to show them that he was the same person that had been crucified?  Was it simply to historically verify that the same person who had been brutally treated, died, was buried, came to life again? Or was there a My Scarsdeeper meaning in his scars that he so willingly showed his disciples?

The most obvious reason He showed His disciples the scars, and continues to wear the scars even in eternity is because scars tell a story. Probably if each of us to survey our own body, we would be able to tell the story of virtually every scar that shows.  The reason for that – scars tell a story.

We all have wounds in our hearts, either from sin in our lives or painful things that happen along the journey. Whatever the wound is from is not important, what is important is that we have that scar to remind us of what God taught us through the pain.

My prayer is that each wound the Lord heals in my life I only hope He leaves the scar so I won’t forget.  Our scars should lead us to honor God for His mercy and remind us of His love and mercy for us.  They should lead us to have compassion for others.  

I thank the Lord for leaving the scars in my life.  I hope that they continue to tell a story of God’s forgiveness and healing in my life. 

May this be your prayer as well. May we always ask God to heal the wound but leave the scar.

Better Than a Hallelujah

It’s a quiet night around the Lee household tonight… Pam and I had our grandson over the last couple of days.  A great time of playing and watching him explore and grow.  It is amazing to see how a budding toddler mind processes things.  I have been so blessed with having him in my life.  He has a way of bringing a smile to my face and melting my heart in one swoop.

In celebration of surpassing 400,000 visitors to this blog, I want to post a true reflection of what is going on in my heart. I want to do this for the sole reason to make sure that I have a documented record of the fact that I feel that the season of life I am going through right now are the best times of my life.  

I have to admit that I wasn’t always confident that I would be around to enjoy the blessings that I have in this life.  Having the wonderful joy of having my grandson and the rest of my family be a part of my life is something I do not take for granted.  I have created some messes in this life and tonight as I sit at my desk trying to think of a way to put my thoughts into words, I am so thankful for the time that God has given me.  I know that it is only by His grace am I here.  

So how I can capture the events and all of the wonderful aspects of my life and never forget them?  These are truly the days that make up my favorite things in life.  I keep reminding myself that when life was so hard years ago and when I thought life would never be good again… I have come to realize that love and forgiveness heals everything.  

I honestly believe that.  I believe that love and forgiveness heal all things.  However; they don’t make everything  perfect.  As I have written before…the bad choices I have made in my life and the sin, which is often the result of my poor decisions, left scars.  These self-inflicted scars that I incurred on my spiritual body cannot be fixed by a Band-Aid and a heavy dose of Neosporin.  All of the bumps, scrapes, bruises and cuts I have experienced in my spiritual life are fixed by the tender loving care of my God and the heavy dose of forgiveness that He provides.   The same is true for you. When we ask God to forgive us for our sin and our transgressions, He does just that.  He forgives and He heals.  He no longer sees the scars of our spiritual life.  They are covered in forgiveness and love.

However; the scars that God no longer sees are still in clear view for those around us on this earth.  Most times the only time I am reminded of the scars of my spiritual life are when other Christians point them out to me.  Which has happened more times than I care to remember.  God is faithful to always truly forgive, man is not.  It has been my experience that most Christians never really forgive other believers for the failures in their life.  People around me, brothers and sisters in Christ are still dealing with me as a failed man.   Even though my first marriage failed over 17 years ago, for many of them, they have not forgiven me. I have men who are serving as pastors, deacons and leaders in their respective churches that still will not talk to me to this very day.  I have tried to re-establish relationships with those who were my friends all those years ago and for the most part it has been to no avail.

There is tension. There is pain.  There are scars.  

Forgiveness is not a Band-Aid you slap on an open wound.  And though forgiveness is something profound, it is not everything.  Healing is a broader process in which forgiveness is a stage.  It is when you learn to love again is when the healing becomes complete. 

I am learning to love again and I am learning to forgive. I am not the man I was all those years ago.  I was given another chance.  In many ways my walk with the Lord is so much more real and personal than when I was in full-time ministry.  I have learned so much and I clearly understand what it means to be a broken man kneeling before God.  Please do not misunderstand me, I am not perfect…far from it.  I still struggle with the “old” David some times.  Like the Apostle Paul, I am sure I will struggle with the man I used to be until the day I die.  I still do things and wonder where my head is at. 

At times I still struggle with wanting to ask God a lot of “why” questions. First and foremost, why has God spared me? Why am I here, enjoying the love of my wife and family? Why would God allow bad things to happen to the people I love?  Why would God take my loved ones while there was so much more life to live? Why did God allow close friends of mine to die from cancer?  Why would God not heal a man of God and allow him to suffer from a depression that would lead to him taking his own life?  I ask these why questions because I know that God has chosen to keep me here when He has chosen to take good servants before me.

The “why” questions are so tough, but I ask them even though I know He is sovereign and in control. I believe God is good and that He has the power to change all of my circumstances.  It is not mine to question God, but in the back of my mind it’s harder to understand when He doesn’t change those circumstances and I have to live with what He has placed before me.  The good and the bad.   I am undeserving of the good things in this life that He has allowed me to be a part of.  I don’t understand it because I am not worthy but there’s a reason for that too—and it’s all out of His love for me.

The reality is that He is in control and is taking care of me. I look at my life and I see the years that I created a lot of damage. The years where I can see the ashes of the man I once was… settle on my children and my family.  To this very day, I can still look back and see the places where God took control when what I was doing was not in His plan or desire for my life.  In spite of my actions, He allowed me to walk out of that dark period of my life into the light of His love. I know that I am a better man because of the experiences that God has allowed me go through.

As I move through the second half of my life, I am reminded of the song, “Better Than a Hallelujah” by Amy Grant.  I remember hearing the song for the first time.  I was driving my car and I had to pull over because the lyrics spoke to my heart in such a real way.  I know what it is like to be a broken man and I know what it is like to cry out to the Lord when all I felt around me was misery.  During those times when God saw my broken heart, I am sure to Him my cries were just like the lyrics to this song:

“We pour out our miseries, God just hears a melody. Beautiful the Mess we are, the honest cries of breaking hearts… are better than a Hallelujah”

Those lyrics, “Beautiful the mess we are,” and I immediately thought of the verse, “In our weakness He is strong.”  In my greatest times of weakness He was my strength and my sustainer in this life.   He has allowed me to enjoy the fruits of this life. He has allowed me to overcome some things that I could only do because of His immediate presence in my life.  He has allowed me to love and enjoy this season of my life. He gave me another chance to get it right.

Apart from my primary love for Jesus Christ, I am so thankful for the blessings of this life and the following blessings are really the focus in my life right now…

#1. My wife.  

I have been blessed with such a wonderful woman who is a great mom, friend and partner to me. I am a very lucky man. I have been amazed in this season to watch God’s activity in her life. Her passion for Christ, challenges, convicts and encourages me.  I love that God has given me a front row seat to see His glory shine through her. She is so talented and her heart is so in tune to the things of God.  She’s incredible and I am humbled and thankful to be a part of her life.  Thirteen years — that’s how long we’ve been married to one another.  Thirteen years feels like a life­time, yet in so many ways it seems like not enough — so much has changed —  times change — we’ve changed.  We have had our hard times — we have those times when we both want to go lock our­selves in a room just to get a moment of quiet. We have times when we just don’t know what will come, and times when we wish what had come had not. We have per­se­vered over the hard times we’ve faced and those hard times we faced them together, as one.  It has been the most amazing  13 years of my life.  We have come a very long way and stuck by each other’s side through a lot of challenges. She has shown me what its like to love and be loved and that’s my happiness. It’s all I need to have the most amazing life I can possibly have, and thank her for it. She is, by far… my favorite and my best friend.

#2. My Grandson

I have been so blessed with having him in my life.  When he is at my house and I walk through the door and I see him raise his arms for me to pick him up…I am smitten .   This season of my life is so special to me.  I have to admit that I wasn’t always confident that I would be around to enjoy the blessing that I have in having him be a part of my life. 

My promises to him:  

I promise to pray for him always. I will pray for his health. I will pray for clear direction from God for him. I will even begin praying for the right wife for him, even though that’s years down the road.  Above all, I will pray for his salvation.  I pray that he will discover the grace that comes by faith in Jesus Christ.  Nothing is more important.

I promise to always be there for him. I want to be with him as much as we can be together. The years will go by rapidly, and I want to spend as much time as possible with him. I already have plans of taking him on special trips, to football games, or wherever he would like to go. Of course, I don’t know what paths he will pursue, but I will be there to encourage him and to remind him that he can do anything in God’s strength. It will be so exciting to see how God will direct him and how He will use him.

But I realize that this life is brief. I will be gone for most of his years. I pray that I will leave to him a legacy of love, a legacy of joy, and a legacy that demonstrated a heart committed to the Lord Jesus Christ. Then, and only then, can I say that my years with him were not lived in vain.

#3.  My Children

I am thankful for my children.  My love for them is immeasurable and I have enjoyed watching them grow into adults. Parenting is the kind of job for which there is no practice.  You give it your best shot, and trust that it is enough.  You hope that God will make your children resilient enough that they don’t suffer too much from the mistakes you have made. 

Know this… I realize I made mistakes.  Sometimes I pushed too hard; sometimes I did not push nearly enough.  At times, I may have seemed distant. At times, too involved.   Sometimes it may have seemed that one or another of you got all the attention, and you were left on your own. Though I do not really think any of you were loved with any less intensity, I imagine you may have felt neglected or unimportant when my attentions seemed focused elsewhere. 

As a blended family of hers and mine… two girls and two boys… thrown together like a modern-day Brady Bunch (probably a bad analogy… we were not that cheesy…at least I hope that was the case) there was no such thing as “step” anything.  I loved you all equally and tried to be the best “father figure” I could be to you.   

Crystal… she has made me so proud. I am filled with joy when I see the home that she and Clay have made together.  It’s hard to believe that they have been married for over five years.  With Crystal pursuing her teaching career and Clay chasing after a career in music, I know how hard it has been for them, but they make it work.  I am so proud of her academic achievements and the teacher that she has become.  I am so blessed to have been able to watch Crystal grow into the strong Christian woman she is now.    I am equally so proud of Clay and the success he has had so far.  More than anything else, I am so proud to see them build a Christian home and be great parents to Indy.

Nathan… I started writing this on his birthday…October 25th.  That day was so magical 26 years ago when God brought him into my life.  I will never forget holding him in my arms for the first time. He brought such joy in my life… he was always “Dad’s Boy”. The burden that Nathan has had to deal with more than any of other children is the fact that he looks just like me.  I am sorry about that.  I loved watching him play sports throughout the years… He has made me proud.  I see him now setting the course of his future and I pray that he will continue to grow in the grace and love of Jesus Christ.

Adam… In many ways he is so much like me and in other ways so different.  He is as independent as I ever was and lives his life that way. He is a driven and goal orientated person.  He lets very few things get in the way of the things he wants out of life.  I am proud of the fact the he is pursuing his degree and I have no doubt he will be very successful in whatever he does in his career.  Like me, he will have to learn life lessons the hard way.  I often wish he would choose an easier path in life and though I don’t agree with some of the decisions he has made in life, I love him dearly and I am proud to have him as a son.

Cassidy… I only have one at home now and I am excited to watch her life unfold. Cassidy is the baby of the family.  She and I have a special relationship… during the early years we were not always on the same page as to who was in control.  We had to come to some “understandings” over those early years.  I have loved to watch her grow and when she reached a critical point in her life where she was making decisions that would determine her future… she chose the right one and lives a committed life for Jesus Christ. 

Cass is very talented…her voice is my favorite female singing voice I have ever heard.  I have yet to listen to her sing without tears streaming down my face.  I pray that never ends.  I assume that she has a few more years to go before she will “leave the nest” and she is now dating a fine young man by the name of Andre Guzman, who loves the Lord as much as she does. I am thankful that he is part of her life. 

When I look at Andre, I see a reflection of a much younger me. Now, I don’t mean he looks like me (Nathan has to carry that burden).   I am referring to his situation in life is very similar to what mine was all those years ago.  A young man, on his own, falling in love with a beautiful girl and trying to find his way down the path to his future.  I found my way and I am confident that he will find his.  Just know that Pam and I will always be here to help along the way.   

For all of you… Your mother and I have been blessed to see you grow and find your way in life.  We have watched you stumble, and tried hard to let you trip and fall but still be there to help with your cuts and bruises, as we did when you were small.  I believe that the hardest thing for a parent to do is to let go—whether it is taking off the training wheels on your first bike, sending you off to camp, watching you go to college, or seeing you walk down the aisle for marriage.

In closing, I am thankful for the opportunity to share my thoughts with you.  I am extremely grateful for those of you that consistently read my blog.  God has blessed me more than I ever could have imagined. And yet…while I am thankful I realize that God could change my circumstances. There are no guarantees that He will allow me to be here to see how all of this turns out.  With that being said… never question nor doubt… my life has been full and I have loved the second chance that God has graciously given me.  I live with no regrets.  My prayer is that I will always be true to my God and that I will continue to grow in His grace as long as I live.  May I live the rest of my days as an example of a man who loves his God, his family and pointed others to Jesus Christ. 

If these be the last words I ever write…may this testimony forever be… “better than a hallelujah” to the ears of God.