my scars tell me 

you're too much 

you'll never be enough 

you're not pretty enough 

you're never going to be good enough 

and for awhile I let my scars define me 

I let them become me 

I become a whirlwind of too much, all the time 

my life was my testament 

me trying to say I'm not, but just proving I was 

letting my life be too much and never enough 

letting it show I was afraid of not being good enough

but good enough for what 

for the people around me, letting their lives spiral like mine 

for the people I would meet, who had no business defining me 

for myself, a whirlwind trying to cover up my faults and declare my worth 

but my worth is not in actions

 my worth is actually not mine at all 

there is a hand on my shoulder 

steering me to truth 

showing me who I am 

I am not actions, I am not deeds

I am not my scars 

I am not the lies they have inscribed on my heart. 

I am enough and I am worthy 

because a man died on a cross for me 

so that I didn't have to be condemned by my actions

but so I was set free when he rose from His grave 3 days later 

I had value two thousand years ago 

my sin was paid for before I even fell into the enemy's trap

a man came and shared his message 

of love of redemption of salvation 

and he thought of me 

a whirlwind spinning crazily trying to cover up my faults 

trying to hide that I wasn't enough

He died on the cross and rose again proclaiming to me you are enough 

His message is this: 

let me rescue you 

let me bring you home 

let me show you the truth and erase the scars and the lies 

let me guide you to where you are supposed to be 

oh whirlwind stop spinning and find peace in Me alone 

and so I stop and rest in Him 

and in his definition of me 

I let Him speak life into me 

and guide me where He wants me 

for I am his beautiful daughter wonderfully made

to do His will 

because I am enough for the Savior of the world 

I am enough for the people of this world