Sometimes, wounds leave some pretty ugly scars.


And, I think I have some. A lot of times, when something "ugly" happens to me or in my life, I dismiss it thinking, "I am a Christian. I shouldn't let it bother me. I won't become a statistic."

What I am realizing now is that, although it's not a bad idea to let it roll off my back, sometimes I am wounded by it on the way down. Sometimes it hurts more than I think. Sometimes it cuts deeper than I know. And, when it starts to heal, it leaves an ugly scar because I haven't cleaned it out. I haven't allowed God to stitch it together. I just assume that time will heal everything, and, if I wait long enough, the wound won't hurt anymore.

Wrong.

I have to face it head on. I have to deal with it. I have to admit that it really sucked and it really hurt. I can't just sweep it under the rug and come back to it years later, hoping it's gone.

That's where I'm at right now. I've gone through some crazy stuff in life. Stuff I wouldn't want to go through again, but am thankful I did go through. I survived. I even learned a thing or two or more about God and His love and His character. But, somewhere I sort of missed something. My wounds didn't heal quite right. They've left some ugly scars.

Now, my question is, how do I get rid of these ugly things? I guess I allow God to cut me open again, and, this time, allow His hands to heal me.