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I burned myself recently on the heating element of my oven…. yes, cooking accidents are my forte. And that burn was a doozy. And as I’ve watched it heal recently, I began to think about it. I thought about how I hadn’t covered it with a bandaid, and I hadn’t even really doctored it. I just kept it clean and watched the skin began to re-construct the layers that had been melted.
And then I thought about what a perfect metaphor and reminder it was of scars in general and the struggles we endure in this life. And I thought…. What if we didn’t hide our scars? So what if I wasn’t able to keep my left index finger from scarring. A blemish- the horror of horrors! What if each time I saw it, I was reminded of that painful memory? And what if I didn’t try to cover it up, make it heal prettier or sugar coat what really happened to that piece of skin? Why not leave the scars and the stories on myself of all the things I’ve experienced or lived through in this short life on earth.
And just like letting my skin scar, I thought a little more. What if we were more open about our blemishes, struggles, failures and imperfections. I know we claim pretty openly to be imperfect, but do we really believe that and own it? Or do we still feel we are trying to reach some unattainable goal the world or culture has set for us? In a world fixated on perfections, fancy creams, liposuction, tanning beds, hair dyes and spanks, it’s rather hard to want to accept and be ok with the shortcomings, blemishes and limitations we all deep down realize we have. And to that I say- stop it right now, self and world. I’m human, and I struggle. I know others have had their share of struggles too. But what if it was ok. Ok to not uphold some image of feminine fabulousness. Ok to be not ok at times. Ok to not always know what the future holds. Ok to show your imperfections to others. Ok to not try to cover up every little so-called flaw on your face. God loves this mess. He blessed me and many others with creativity, time, talent and heart that wants to find joy in the world around me. So it’s time I, and you, stopped listening to the voices of negativity that try to tell us to cover up things that aren’t perfectly perfect. Accept the imperfections, work on the things you can and be really thankful for God’s grace as he fills in the broken pieces of your vessel 🙂