He Sees and Redeems

I sat in the sanctuary listening to the Sunday message. It had been a tough week, as I came to grips with the new horrific memories of being violently raped and sexually mutilated me as a tiny child. 

I tried too focus but the memories kept surfacing. Waves of overwhelming emotions were threatening to spill out. I glanced up at the slides on the screen, trying to regain focus. It was then that I read this. 

" He was naked, and mutilated by the Roman whips." He chose this torture and suffering to pay for it only my sin, but he sins of my rapists. 

I couldn't hold back the tears. He saw as my small body was ravagaged, my insides mutilated and permanently damaged. She saw my shattered heart, and tortured screams. He sees, and chose to have. His own flesh torn.

The shame I've carried for so long has crippled me, robbing me of so much. Yet Jesus took the shame of us all I his shoulders as he paid the price for me and you. 

He paid this price long before I shed my first tear. I am not alone. He does know and understand. He saw then and sees the torment I bear now. He is the God who sees, and then redeems and heals.