I never knew that I was a warrior. It never occurred to me really. One day I began to realize it though. I saw my scars, clear as day.
We all have them. Most of them you really cannot see. But if you look closely and listen carefully to what others say and do, you will see…they have battle scars, too.
Some of those are hard won and thrilling…
Like on Friday, I went for a walk in the woods with my family and our dog, Frodo. We walked over my niece and her husband’s property, about 21 acres, through a path her husband had cut out. The best parts were the challenges along the way. I still have a few scrapes and scratches and an embedded thorn from a couple of steep hills that caused me to slip a bit. I grabbed for a tree and also some thorny vines. Oops!
But you know? Those mark the adventure of the time. Remember when we were kids and would compare our scars, cuts and bruises? We did it to show our bravery! And we ARE! We are very brave, but sometimes, we just don’t know it.
I dearly love a walk in the woods. In fact, as an aside, I think a doctor should prescribe weekly walks through woods for ALL of us.
Some scars, however, eat you from the inside out.
These are the ones we’d rather not discuss. In fact the thought of them makes our heart pound a little harder.
Just like a phone call I received today. At the very number my heart began to race. For I knew that this one would like to discuss–at length–my inner scars. And for some reason, I just don’t feel safe sharing them with this one. Perhaps I have felt pried into and mined before…and it hurt and added more injury. I don’t know.
But this I do know! It’s okay for me not to answer and not to give way to sharing it. It is okay to NOT.
Some of you need to read that today. It is okay to NOT…fill in the blank with your answer.
Well, what do we do with these inner scars? We let them sit in the Presence of the Living Lord WITH US–all three of us: God, us and our scars. And we let Him mend them. We share them with trusted counsel. We pray.
And just like the dog bite in the shape of a “c” on my hand from 1989, they will fade over time.
They even become part of our testimony. But like a dear friend of mine, who wrote THIS today!, some of our scars are not yet ready to be a testimony. They are still in progress. Still being mended in God’s hands.
And hey, we ALL have these types of scars. So be gentle with your fellow brothers and sisters, neighbors and strangers.
We all could begin with this sentence:
You have NO idea…
So be kind.
Lord, thank You for melding with us in the healing place and bringing healing to our scars. Thank You for loving us to the point of being one with us, for getting messy and dirty with us and then cleaning us up AS NEW. In Christ we are NEW creations, the old has gone, the NEW has come. Oh, what a beautiful word NEW is! I sure do love You, Father!
Here’s a picture from our walk in the woods! Also, I wrote another post today here at A Martha Heart called Listening In.