“Scars are not injuries… A scar is a healing. After injury, a scar is what makes you whole.”
I have scars on my hand, one covers all the fingers on my right hand from a fire I started on purpose but did not mean to burn. I have stitches on my wrist that I don’t remember getting from my childhood. And I have scar tissue in my wrist, probably, where it broke in second grade. The cuts don’t show as much, I’m glad.
Then there are the scars I carry with me– like badges of honor of all those incidents in life that have made me strong. Not all of them are from sad or painful experiences. Most scars come from falling off great heights and the falls are always as exhilarating as the climbs, or from going too fast and taking a tumble, or from trying something new, or reaching out and sometimes being bitten.
These scars come with stories and words that I pluck out of air to tell them.
Scars are gifts, along with other gifts I have in my hands. The more I share, the more I have to give away.
For Truth Thursdays.