The Healing Has Begun

Below are most of the lyrics from Matthew West’s song “The Healing Has Begun”:

You have carried the weight of your secret for way too long
Thinking if there is a place called forgiveness you don't belong
Oh, but freedom can never be found behind those walls
So just let 'em fall
Just let 'em fall

How long has it been since you've felt anything but shame
Child, lift up your eyes cause mercy remembers your name
And those tears you've been holding back
Let 'em fall like rain
Cause today is the day
Yeah today is the day

There's a world full of people dying from broken hearts
Holding on to their guilt thinking they fell too far
So don't be afraid to show them your beautiful scars
Cause they're the proof
Yeah, you're the proof

Oh, the healing has begun

Hallelujah
Yeah
Hallelujah

I almost started crying after hearing this song. I have truly carried a lot of secrets around for a long time thinking I shouldn’t be forgiven for them. I felt ashamed, not worthy of forgiveness and some weren’t even my own sins, they were my family’s sins. Thinking I am far too screwed up to be fixed, to be renewed, and to correct the direction I have been traveling on for so long. I know the journey is going to be hard and it is not going to be a quick fix, even though that is what I would like. The healing has truly begun, on the outside and the inside. As I peel back the onion, piece by piece, repenting of my sins and changing direction, I may stumble but I have to keep my eyes focused on the Lord.

Showing my scars isn’t an easy task, to some extent. If someone came up to me and asked about my arm and they were an adult, yes I would tell them. It’s not a problem; however, would I divulge that I still struggle with this and are just more conscience of where I do it, ab-so-lute-ly not! A not so easy task would be telling people I have lied to their face and have told stories, because it was easier to tell stories, then to tell the truth. This one is going to be so hard to refrain from. I have had to catch myself in the past few weeks when asked a question, so I wouldn’t lie. It comes so natural, it’s like second nature. The term “beautiful scars” seems, so backwards when you just say the words. How can scars be beautiful? But when I think about how the healer of the scars is God, and everything he touches is good, then I can’t help but think that they’re beautiful in his eyes. And if the scars are beautiful in his eyes, then it is only right that they are beautiful in my eyes.

Today is a very good day…HALLELUJAH!!! (I just had to say that)