scars

I don’t think I know anyone that doesn’t have some type of scar.  Whether it’s from a fall in their childhood, to a bad burn from a cookie sheet.  Some scars were accidental, some are from surgeries,  while some scars were inflicted on purpose by others who were doing harm.  It doesn’t matter how you received the scars they are a part of you for the rest of your life.  I’ve got plenty of scars.  From my index finger where I almost sawed it off “helping” my dad.  Who never let me use a another saw or power tool up to the day he died. I’ve got a burn scar from attempting to hold up a moped in my Aunt’s yard.  I have C-Section scars, thank you Ryan my little breech baby boy that was suppose to be a girl and scars from numerous other surgeries.  Those become a part of you.  To me they show I’ve lived a full life.  What people don’t see are the scars on the inside.

In my opinion, I have a very blessed life.  I’m from a large family.  We still stay connected, maybe not as much as we use to but the wonders of social media help you watch your extended family grow all over the country. I have a great husband and 3 great sons, Austin, Tyler and Ryan. I have a few very close friends that I would do anything for and I know positively they’d do anything for me. I also have a ton of friends who care about and pray for our family regularly. I also have the best guardian angel ever.

I’ve posted about this week being rough for me and I’m not really sure why. Today though I’m back on the mend. I guess the tide has shifted again and is slowly ebbing back out. I know people with scars from bad accidents. Those take a lot of time to heal. Sometimes those wounds break back open and have to start again. My main scar is on the inside but I think it’s healing like a visible scar and I just had a setback this week. Whatever it was I’m doing better. I feel a little bad for Jimmie. He’s had to put up with my moodiness this week. For those that know me personally you know there aren’t many serious bones in my body. I’m a jokester, that lives on sarcasm and wit. I’m the one always trying to lighten the mood or make others feel better. This week it’s been the other way around. I’ve needed cheering up. I don’t like being that person.

Something I’m learning through this is that you can’t see everyone’s scars. You don’t know what they are going through. I felt the tide coming in and I didn’t react quick enough and let myself get caught in a riptide. But I learn more everyday of how to handle this. The same way as a person whose physical scars are healing, they have to learn to take care of them, Use their medications as directed, take it easy, not overdue it. I’m learning I still have limitations.

For everyone that’s prayed for us this week thank you. I believe the sermon last week was the perfect one I needed. It was about Grace.