I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
I only notice it this time of year, and then only a couple of brief encounters.
A few years ago my knee got against a hot exhaust on a lawnmower.
I noticed it nonstop for a while!
As the days passed the pain lessened and the injury slowly healed.
Now there is a fairly large burn scar just above my left knee.
It sort of shows up when the weather gets warm and I begin wearing short pants.
It’s there all the time of course and always will be, hidden and mostly forgotten.
Even in short pants it is forgotten, unless I happen to look there.
I don’t feel the pain anymore.
But I remember it if I happen to look at the scar.
This morning I noticed the scar and I got to thinking about other wounds and other scars.
Maybe you’ve been burned by something.
Perhaps a sharp word cut you pretty deeply.
Many have suffered greatly from broken promises.
Many of my friends found themselves bleeding profusely from tender hearts when their innocence and kindness were bludgeoned by harshness and insult.
At the time they surely hurt worse than my burned knee could have.
As time passed the memory faded, I pray.
And the hurt gradually eased.
Hopefully it faded into a far place and you eventually forgot.
Until you look.
I’m not sure what the lesson is in this story.
Maybe it is “don’t look.”
Or I guess it could be “time helps.”
Some wise souls will surely see “lesson learned.”
The big lesson for me is “wardrobe matters.”
In The Book there is a passage that says “put on love, it is the all purpose garment.”
It covers the scars better than short pants.
And it transforms the memory.
As our Friend and I were striking out for a lively hike I was telling him about my scars, my memories, my hurts and my helps. He smiled at me the way he does and said…
“I have scars I forget too.”