When I was little my father was very strict about things. While other children bounced happily on trampolines, I sat on the grass merely watching. My dad claimed that I would probably break my arm. He is a doctor and apparently many mangled arms are trampoline related.
I don’t remember ever falling off a bicycle, or doing many other adventurous things when I was little that consisted of me hurting myself. My dad was great about keeping us from things like that. I was almost so afraid of getting hurt that I don’t have many adventuour memories …
I don’t have too many scars either because of this.
Though recently I have begun to live the “dangerous” life of biking and boarding. Resulting in scars. Because if you don know me well, I tend to be very clumsy and not graceful.
I have a new scar that runs along my left elbow down my arm. Its pink color has yet to fade. Being a girl I consider it to be unattractive and repulsive. But for some reason boys love it, as soon as they see it the response is normally.
“Wicked scar! What happened?”
Then I proceede to tell of my embarrassing story of being too confident in myself and skidding into sidewalk.
Anytime I look at the scar Im reminded of the instance of how it happened. Its almost a warning to watch what Im doing, that maybe next time it might result in a broken bone, or worse.
I feel like we also have other scars deep on our hearts that people cant see. Scars that guys wont compliment on. Deep hurting wounds that sometimes get busted open and begin to hurt again.
But we do such a great job at hiding these scars because we are embarrassed. There is only one who can see these scars and heal them.
His beautiful salve can mend every scar and cut.
The thing about wounds is that sometimes in order to heal them you have to put some sort of medicine on them. But the thing is that this medicine doesn’t always come as a cozy feeling.
I often times poured hydrogen peroxide onto my scrape. If you don’t know a thing or two about this stuff is that it burns, intensely!
Sometimes we have to endure the PAIN of HEALING in order to get over these scars. Christ needs to get his hands deep inside and to gather up the infection and heal us completely and wholly.
