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 they represent the physical pain that comes from life. My scars do not hide, they are not bashful, they are arrogant, and conscious of what they represent, for my scars represent endurance, durability, patience, acceptance, and faith. But there are some scars that are not boastful or arrogant, they stay hidden, deep within the confines of the mind, they are the scars that hide behind the scenes, unnoticed, camouflaged within the emotional insecurities that can develop mentally from the curiosity of others. That feeling of self doubt that may be triggered by perceiving oneself to be inferior in some way, threatening ones self image, or ego.
Lord I thank you for my scars that are of the body, and my emotional security that is of the mind.