Well, it’s been a while since I have written about the art studio/workshop that we are building at our home. It is coming along nicely. The drywall is finished, the walls are painted, and we just finished the floor in Lauri’s studio. On my day off on Monday, I hung the lights in my workshop and wired them all. As I went to step off the platform that I was working on to reach the 10 feet high ceiling, I unfortunately forgot how close I was to the garage door track. Yep, I bashed my head into the sharp rail on my step down. Instantly, my face was covered with warmth from blood coming from a wound on my head. Sorry for that description if you are squeamish about blood… it was quite significant too… when I do dumb things… I do them right!
I was more irritated than in pain, because it was a stupid thing to do, and I should have been more careful. Putting pressure on the wound, I went into the house to the kitchen sink and called out to Lauri for a little help. By the way, pray for her… you know… living with me and all. Well, experience with me has made her quite calm in situations like this and she was able to help me clean up and assess the damage… it was sure looking like a trip to the emergency room for stitches to close a 1 1/2 inch cut.
Over the years, due to my somewhat excessive nature of causing harm to myself, I have discovered a very valuable household item that has saved me many a trip to a hospital – Super Glue. I know… you are thinking… NO YOU DID NOT! Yes, I did. Come on! Who wants to spend the last part of their day off in a hospital waiting room with people judging you and thinking, “I wonder how that idiot did THAT to his head?” Don’t worry, I won’t be offended if you just can’t resist checking out the top my head. And yes… it worked quite nicely.
Disclaimer… this ponderings is not a recommendation for the use of Super Glue… but it did remind me of other times in my life where I have injured myself. The time my skateboard caught a stone when I was young and I got road rash on my knees. The time I tripped when I was a kid and hit my forehead and had to get stitches. The time I got my arm caught between the underside of my truck and a piping hot muffler… and you know what all of those things have left me with? Scars. I imagine this wound will too.
Let’s face it… we all have scars, right? And while physical scars do tell a story, sometimes it’s the scars that are not visible that have had the most impact in our life. Scars like being bullied, having a relationship end, being judged, the betrayal of a friend, harsh words and the unthoughtful actions of others. Yep… we all have scars.
You know, I tend to look at scars kind of like a victory. I know that might sound a bit strange… but those scars on my body or my life, they demonstrate that I did recover… and I did get through that time in my life. Scars are a reminder of the past, but also a reminder of the power of healing. Peter wrote of Jesus… “He himself bore our sins” in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; “by his wounds you have been healed.” 1 Peter 2:24 NIV Of course, Jesus has scars too… the scars of betrayal… the scars of bearing my sins… the scars of the cross… Yeah… those are the scars that I am most grateful for… what victory! Thank you, Jesus.
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