Letter Number Fifteen

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11/3/10

My Dashing Prince,

Whose arm is this? You may wonder, but no, it is not mine. This is the arm of Demi Lovato. But if you look again, more closely this time, you will notice that this is the arm of much of America. If you read between the scars, you will be able to see the pain, the stress, and the sheer hopeless thought of having nowhere else to go.

I say again. This is America.

I pity this girl, because I know what it is like to walk a mile in her shoes. (And let me tell you. She wears some pretty high heels). I know what it’s like to feel like there is really nothing else. But I was wrong, and so is she.

I wonder greatly if I would shun her had I not done the same thing. It would have been shallow of me, but I think that I might have. Simply for the fact that I wouldn’t know what she was going through. I wouldn’t understand. I think that is the problem with the world, well that and they don’t have Jesus. Everyone is so quick to judge, so quick to make jokes. But not many people have actually been to that point in their life.

I know that some people do it for the fun, I know that they do it because they think that it looks cool, but not everyone is like that. Some people just really need help, and the people who ridicule them need it also.

If I could reach out for just one day and show the world what these people were feeling, if I could make them understand, it would be a great accomplishment.

In the first couple of days before I was saved, I really hated my scars. I still have trouble accepting one. But then I heard this song.

He reached out His hands, and said I have something to show you.

What I saw changed my life that day.

I saw His scars. No, He didn’t try to hide them.

He said come and look inside them, they’re a window to my heart.

Don’t forget I love you, just the way you are.

I knew it must be true, I saw His scars.

I said Lord my scars are deep. I don’t want you to see them.

So many of them were caused by things I chose to do.

He said look again at the ones that I am wearing, Don’t you know that I chose these scars too?

I really like that, because I chose my scars, both the ones on my legs and the ones in my heart. I chose those. BUT then Jesus looked at me and told me to look at the ones He IS wearing. Because I’ve never really thought about this, but HE chose those too. I think it’s so beautiful that when Jesus came back to life after those three days, He was in a glorified body. Not one that was beaten and spit upon and broken, but a new body. His back wasn’t mangled, there was no hole in his side.

But He decided to KEEP the scars on His loving hands.

I think in a lot of ways, He did that just for me, and I can see God healing His wounds before He made His big appearance, and God’s over here fixing everything, making Him beautiful. And when God gets to His hands, I believe He yanked them away. I want to keep them for Em. He says. And I think that there is so many people that can apply this to their selves. He kept His scars for you.

One day in Heaven, when we are on our knees,

We’ll look up at Jesus, I believe we’ll see,

We’ll see His scars, no, He will not try to hide them.

He’ll say come and look inside them, they’re a window to my heart.

Don’t forget I love you, just the way you are.

We’ll know that it’s true, we’ll see His scars.

I love you Av, and so does the One who kept His scars to remind you He loves you.