I Got Scars Too

Every morning as I about to jump in the shower it seems to happen by instinct...... My left index finger gently glides across this small scar that happens to be on my chest. Then Instantly, my mouth forms a soft smile and lets out a gentle “Hmm”

I got this scar about 6 years ago. It was a small wound that I kept picking at and never allowed it to properly heal. My name is Heston and I am a scab-picker. This small wound ended up getting worse and ever increasingly painful until I finally stopped messing with it and gave it time to heal. Now Heal it did, yet the result wasn't what I wanted. It wasn’t invisible. It wasn’t smooth… in fact it was ugly. It use to bug me to the point where I even went to a doctor and asked "can you fix this?" however the answer was "sorry we can't., the scar is simply just how the wound decided to heal"

We all have scars. We all have imperfect past’s filled with hurts, disappointments and disasters. We all have been wounded by people or situations and perhaps have picked it at, tried to fix it or gotten in the way of Mr. Time and Mrs. Patience who exist to help bring about the healing process.

Q. So Why then do I smile at this Scar?
A. I smile because it is no longer a wound. You see wounds are still sensitive, they often become re-infected and are still painful when touched. It is no wonder why some of us still hurt every time we see that photo, hear that name, think back to that day or remember that moment because we are still living in a "wounded" state…..
But let me tell you about Scars: They certainly aren’t pretty. In fact other’s still may see them and point or wonder. Yet for the scar-bearer it is a reminder that can bring a smile across our faces, as we can reflect, not on the pain once felt, but on how God, patience and time brought us through.

Here is your homework:
-Smile at Your Scars
-Stop Picking at Your Wounds