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, they are mine, and I take full ownership of them, for they represent the pain that come from this life. My scars do not hide, they are not bashful, they are arrogant and conscious of what they represent, for they represent acceptance, endurance, durability, patience, and faith. But there are some scars that are not as boastful or arrogant, for 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.
“I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows this very well.”
“Lord I thank You for my scars that are of the body, and my emotional security that is of the mind.”