S. Scurlock

Distorted Image

S. Scurlock — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 12:46:30 +0000

Personally I have struggled with my self image all my life. I remember kids in school who made fun of me and for some odd reason, I still see myself that way. The shame of it all -is that – while I was pretty – I didn’t see it. Now at 60 years old, overweight and somewhat wrinkled I still struggle with that image. The Bible says in Isaiah, that there is no comeliness or no good looks in Him that we should desire him or enjoy looking at Him. It also says that His features was so marred that he was unrecognisable. Since Jesus is my example, should I be consumed by appearances?

Women particularly struggle with this problem. We are taught to look our best to catch a husband. We are taught to wear lip stick, make up and perm our hair. Then we compare our selves among ourselves until we are all either very proud or our self image is destroyed! Plastic surgeons and hairdressers make a killing on our lack of self esteem… We pay a doctor to cut and rearrange our faces to fir someone else’s idea of beauty. The girly magazines portray these slim permed, made up models to sell everything from coats to underwear and we are left feeling like so much less because we don’t fall into that category.

Distorted Image deals with the journey to a new vision of beauty! It teaches Gods idea of the most beautiful woman. Gods beauty secrets……

Stay tuned – more to come

I’m Still Amazed

S. Scurlock — Sat, 23 Jan 2010 12:43:40 +0000

I remember looking up from the cold glass of beer I was drinking, to see a friend staring at me. She knew how far down I had fallen, and watched me almost like watching a movie you can’t turn off. I was angry of course. I wanted to go back to my misery and drink in peace, but for a moment I saw myself through her eyes. The amazing thing is how deceived drunks are. While we drink, we see ourselves as sexy and lovely, like we were before we stared drinking. The truth is – the more we drink the uglier we get. Just for a minute I saw my dark eyes, black from the running mascara….The hair messed up from me constantly running my hands though it. The dishevelled clothes, ruffled by the many trips to the bathroom and for many, the distinct odour of vomit…Its not a pretty picture!

The memories of those days help to remind me of the distance the Lord had to reach down to find me. This is a Saturday morning and Im still amazed that Im not running to the bar. I’m so amazed that He cared enough to find a wretch like me and love me to a better place. He has loved me so much, I never want to leave Him, I never want to disappoint him. It’s not fear of hell. It is a deep appreciation for the mercy he died to give me. How many people would go that far for you? Who else can love us without reservation? I did not deserve it but He did it anyway!

Because of a divine love – that plucked me out of the fire – I am free of my past today!

Depths of Sin

S. Scurlock — Mon, 18 Jan 2010 01:03:37 +0000

Plucked from the fire came about as a way to describe my spiritual rescue! The place Id fallen to was dark, disgusting and overwhelming. I personally had no power over the sin I became imprisoned by. As I share these blogs with you remember that they are true and powerful. Remember that no matter what depths you have found yourself in – the Lord can rescue you. This same Jesus who reached a hand down to me will reach his hand out to you. There is no sin powerful enough to hold you when you accpt Him as Lord and Savior. He will break every chain that holds you.

These blogs will tell stories that may cause you to question me, and wonder how a person can recover from the despair and devastation I found myself in -

I will post once a week – come back and read often!