Over the past three years I have learned that a persons curiosity may be attracted to the scars that one may have rather than the person that is associated with them. My scars belong to me and I take full ownership of them, for my scars represent the physical pain that can come from life. My scars do not hide, they are not bashful, they are arrogant and conscious of what they represent, for they represent endurance, durability, patience, acceptance, and faith. But there are some scars that are not as boastful or arrogant, they stay hidden deep within the confines of the mind, they are the scars that hide behind the scenes unnoticed, skillfully camouflaged within the emotional insecurities that can develop mentally from the curiosity of others.
“Lord I thank you for my scars that are of the body, and my emotional security that is of the mind.”