Life chooses.
Life chooses a metaphor for me today.
A physical manifestation of an emotional state.
Something I did not expect to be so obvious.
Almost comical in expression how these things happen.
The other night I was making my bed, I fell and tripped over my metal file cabinet. I have an 8 inch curved scratch, quite deep in the skin that it looks like it might scar. It’s just over my breastbone.
There are many things that make me think that God chooses neither to be subtle nor discreet with me. God knows I’m often dumb. Really really really really really dumb. Sometimes a fool and asshole. Of late, quite a bit of both. It happens, I’m human. I can be a total asshole sometimes.
But then, I hope I’m redeemed by the fact that I can also appreciate these little things that make me recognize that the message in the metaphor is as noticiable as the scratch across my skin. It’s red. I’m pretty pale. You could almost mistake it for a thread from my shirt that’s run awry. Until you’re near enough to notice that it’s puckered a bit and raised.
it’s ok to be transparent and honest and direct and not a bad thing to wear your heart on your sleeve or your wounds uncovered on your chest.
In fact, it’s ok to spot check every once in while how those scratches are healing. It’s healing. It won’t scar much I don’t think. It’s a big scratch though. Takes the entire palm of my hand to cover. The palm of the hand is warm over the heart. And you know that the scratch beneath will heal well.
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