Growing up can be hard. It can leave a person with a lot of scars. Physical, Sexual, Emotional. As I venture into the deeper parts of me, the scars are becoming more apparent. Although, I don’t know if I would call them scars. They’re more like wounds. A scar is something we’re left with, after a wound has healed. It tells a story. It reminds us of something we made it through. Something painful, something traumatic. Wounds are not like that. They are fresh, raw, open. They leave us exposed. They require a tender, gentle, understanding touch. Yeah, I have wounds….
Now, they say that time heals all wounds. That has not been my experience. Some of my wounds are 35 years old. I have been able to push them down really deep. Cover them with a ton of bandages. But underneath, they are there still wounds. Fresh, raw, open. Some of the wounds I have from childhood are related to my femininity and sexuality. The two are so interconnected, it is hard to separate them. For my entire adult life, I have struggled with these issues and the process is slow going. As I unravel the bandages and expose what is underneath, Jesus has tenderly put salve on my wounds and healing has begun. Someday, these wounds will become scars. Beautiful Scars…
Holy cow with the heavy, deep,and real. This is going to be a great ride to freedom! Can you hear Mel Gibson yelling on his horse?
ReplyDeleteThis made me cry. I told you that already but I am so glad that you are letting him turn your wounds into scars. They are beautiful and so are you. Thank you for being such an amazing woman of God and a sign post that always points to Him.
ReplyDeleteyou are gonna make me cry.... maybe that is a blog title, "Damb-it! Quit Making me Cry." LOL
DeleteFirst of all, Rick is not reading this. I can't seem to sign up without him though...we go together. Secondly, how do I become a member? And one more thing....THIS IS VERY GOOD! I am honored to be named among your friends. I am privileged to walk with you. Thank you for sharing and caring. You are amazing, Kathy.
Delete"Just when the caterpillar thought her world was over, she became a butterfly."
Your wounds are many and they're deep. I don't know why I've been lucky enough to see some of them, but I have. With our love and trust and open hearts, we're all here to love and heal you. Your scars are only adding to a beauty that's hard to even express to you.
ReplyDeleteNot sure how i deserve a friend like you....thanks Ali for your love and support.
ReplyDeleteYou are not alone. Don't ever forget that.
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