You know that thing that pops up every now and again? That healed wound? The one that left the scar? Yeah, that. What do you do when it busts open?
Mine did. I feel open and raw – reminded of past wounds. Although healed, there is a remembrance. Some days I’m fine. Some days I’m not.
I’m tired of pretending everything’s ok, but I’m surrounded by people who don’t understand. Sometimes it’s ok. Sometimes it’s not. They don’t mean anything by their lack of understanding, but it’s just the way it is.
This is this journey we call life. People are the way they are. Expecting them to be different doesn’t work.
Changing them doesn’t work.
Pointing out the hurts doesn’t take them away.
Face your hurts, wounds and scars. Stare them down with a gaze and intensity.
Tell the hurts they do not own you. They are a part of you. Wounds heal, but the scars remain.
Touch the scars and tell them you are sorry they exist.
Look in the mirror. Tell yourself It’s ok. You are not your scars. You are you carrying scars as reminders of lessons learned.
Say it. Out loud.
I. Love. You.
You are more than your scars.
Walk away. Stronger. The time of mourning is over.
Find joy in every circumstance. If you can’t find it, Look to HIM – the well of joy.
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 15:13