A change that restores

The season feels much like a hamster wheel. Stores are stocked with colored notebooks and backpacks in preparation for the new school year. Leaves are turning, nights are cooling, and apples are baking. The story that repeats each year shows us that change never truly changes. We prepare for the expected, the changing of seasons fostering hope for the next.

The changes in our lives also run on a cycle, always repeating, yet never warning. Change that turns found back into lost, reopening old wounds and chipping at hearts, never allowing enough time for scars to heal. Change that steals people away and replaces erased contacts.

In a way, the recurring lessons mature my forgetful heart, the repeated rejections and hurts revealing the places that have not yet healed—the places that need more than a bandage. I only wish new changes would come along, changes that would seal lessons learned and bring healing.

There is a longing within each of us for something more. The bits of redemption throughout creation fill us with a longing for the day of full recovery. Rather than change that ransacks, we want change that will fully restore. Experiences that move us forward rather than backward.

We can pursue that change, by tweaking our routines and picking up new interests. By seeking forgiveness and moving on from relationships that hurt. By arming ourselves for the change we fear. But they never fully satisfy our deepest longing–for our lives to be completely remade. For our scars to be forever healed.

That day is coming–when the only scars left will be on the One who welcomes us with open arms. The One who, even now, is holding us through the torrents we face before we cross the shoreline.

We will see the world as intended–rees will be robed with dazzling colors, never to be stolen away. Our wounds will be mended, never to reopen again. Jesus will calm the raging currents and we will be forever at rest. New change is coming.

The only scars in heaven, they won’t belong to me and you
There’ll be no such thing as broken, and all the old will be made new
And the thought that makes me smile now, even as the tears fall down
Is that the only scars in heaven, yeah, are on the hands that hold you now

Scars in Heaven, Casting Crowns

3 thoughts on “A change that restores”

  1. “That day is coming–when the only scars left will be on the One who welcomes us with open arms. The One who, even now, is holding us through the torrents we face before we cross the shoreline.”

    Yes, girl. Thank you. ❤

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  2. On a less serious note, somebody sage and quotable once pointed out that “God knew we needed change, so he made seasons, but he knew we resent change, so they’re the same every year.” Just a frivolous thought that popped in mine when I read your first couple paragraphs. I love though the solid hope of that song: one day the whole world will be permanently made perfect.

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