Scars
“Dwelling on the negative
simply contributes to its power.”
Shirley MacLaine
I’ve lived most of my life filled with bitterness towards people, God and myself. My mind, soul, and body were consumed by hatred, self-pity, pain, hopelessness, and a complete sense of powerlessness. I focused my energy on reviewing my scars. I counted them, checked them, nurtured them, and flaunted them. They were proof of all the wrongs I’d endured. They were my source of energy. They were my identity. They were my badge of sorrow.
As I work my recovery, I am beginning to see everything from a new perspective. Gradually my head is lifted and my eyes are turned away from my once-beloved scars. The more I allow myself to accept that my powerlessness is not a prison of doom, the more I discover that it is my doorway to faith, surrender, and serenity.
My scars are still here. There is no magic potion to remove them. What is magical, however, is that I see them so differently. I find that I have a choice to make every day: I can cherish my scars as proof of the pain I have suffered, or I can be thankful for them as evidence of things I have survived. Scar tissue forms and creates a stronger, thicker skin in its place. I can either pick at it and make it bleed, or I can welcome the lessons and endurance it has built into my life.
One day at a time...
I will choose to see my scars as proof of the difficulties I have survived. I will choose to appreciate them as evidence that God has brought me through suffering and has used all things to strengthen my faith in Him, my hope for tomorrow, and my serenity for today.
~ Lisa
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Dwelling in self-pity because of my scars 'entitled' me to practice addictive behaviors. If I kept myself busy reviewing, counting, checking, nurturing & flaunting my scars, I chose to live in hopelessness & gloom. My identity was a badge of sorrow & I wore it for all the world to see.
Nowadays, I choose to look at my scars differently. Had I not experienced the pain that led to those scars, I wouldn't be the person I am today. And that person is strong, capable & rooted in truth & reality. If I pick on the scabs of my scars & make them bleed, I avoid Recovery and stay rooted in self-pity for no good reason.
For today, I am grateful for the lessons I've been taught in my lifetime. I choose to see my scars as proof of my endurance & strength in God.
For today, I will dwell in positivity & retire my badge of sorrow. For today, I am happy and entitled to feel that way!
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