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After I finish writing each blog, I read it aloud to my wife. Often, while reading, I get so emotional that I can’t talk. Sometimes I have to read it several times so I can shoot the video without getting overly emotional.
It’s kind of like looking at a big scar I have on my arm. The wound is healed but the scar, the story behind it and the emotion are still there.
Cleaning the Wound
Years ago, I was praying with my face in the carpet, just crying out and seeking God. Suddenly, in my mind, God took me back to a time in my life when I was five years old and in the emergency room with my mom and a nurse.
Forty-five minutes before, I was playing in the creek at my grandparents’ house (it was really a ditch, but when I was five, it was a creek). I had fallen and cut my hand on a rock. I ran to my mom, she wrapped it and we headed for the ER.
As the nurse was unwrapping it, she asked how I did it and then she said, “That’s a nasty cut, Kyle. We are going to have to clean it.” As she was grabbing the gauze and some green stuff, she was doing her best to comfort me and keep my mind occupied.
As she poured the green stuff on the gauze and started rubbing, she said, “Now, this is going to hurt but it is necessary because if we don’t clean this wound, it will get infected. And if it gets infected, it will hurt a lot more.”
Back in my room with my face in the carpet, I heard God, in my mind, say, “Kyle, you have many wounds. Some have become infected. We will need to scrub the wounds to clean them. It will hurt some, but it is necessary for you to be healthy and whole.”
Beautiful Scars
All of us are born and then we are wounded. Affected, infected by people and this world, sometimes over the period of years and years. The longer these wounds go without cleaning, the deeper the infection and the more it hurts, with or without scrubbing them.
I am so thankful that God revealed to me years ago that we (God, the right people and me) needed to do some scrubbing and cleaning. What used to be open wounds are now healed scars with a story behind each one of them.
What about you? Do you have open wounds? Have they become infected? Consider letting God and the right people help you clean and scrub them. Do what you need to do so they can heal into beautiful scars. And then, share your story.
God bless.
