healing.  it’s slow.  it’s painful.  it’s deceiving.  yet it’s necessary.  


what’s happening on the outside is just a glimpse of the internal workings.  my skin is fusing together.  it will scab.  it will scar.  it will fade.  this is a relatively quick process but what you don’t see is the complexity of the healing happening inside me.  and this process takes time.  lots of it.  it’s incredible how the body works and it’s really something only God could have conjured up.  but that doesn’t mean it’s not frustrating at times.  looking fine on the outside but still being so fragile and vulnerable on the inside sucks.  you still have to be careful.  you still have to refrain.  you still have to check yo’self before you wreck yo’self.   which means you have to ask for help.  something I’m not overly fond of.  

it’s true for heartbreak, surgery, chicken pox or a puny paper cut.  it’s all one great big facade.  there’s more than meets the eye.  there’s always a back story.  so if you’re going to help someone, do it right.  you don’t know people’s lives.  you don’t know what they’ve been through.  be sensitive.  be cautious.  be care full.  be patient and strong.  but help them deal with it.  the pain.  the tears.  the heartache.  the long sleepless nights.  the discomfort.  and the complaining.  oh the complaining.   because everything// is gonna be alright.  someday. 

i have to keep reminding myself the hurt will heal with time.  “tis merely a flesh wound” will soon change to “twas but a scratch.”  the current damage will form some gnarly scars to show the kids someday. the heartache and hurt will provide some great lessons.  and i’ll be better for it in the end.  i just have to “flex my ‘can do’ muscle” and “get through it” (compliments to halls for those lovely pep talks.)

will there be evidence of the pain?  the process?  the struggle?  the grief? the guilt?  yeah, probably.  but it fades.  it reminds but doesn’t control.  it’s a sign of grace. of hope.  of new life.  and that’s a good thing.  a very good thing.  

“Some people see scars, and it is wounding they remember. To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing.” -Linda Hogan





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