She touches the scar. The memories almost forgotten…He had come and healed that ugly mess that stained her life so many years ago. The pain had been almost suffocating. The many tears cried…she remembered how He had gently wiped them away…and slowly, tenderly brought healing to her soul. IT had been hard…but looking back how she had grown…through that searing pain, Christ had revealed Himself in such a way that every tear had served purpose in her understanding of Who He Is!
She shook her head…her eyes coming into clearer focus… blood was oozing…dripping from under her fingertips. She saw the dagger in hand and suddenly realized what she was seeing! She had sliced the scar open once again! The scar that had almost vanished…the scar that He had brought such tender healing too…was now a wound with pulsating red flowing before her very eyes! WHY!?! How had this happened?!
She knew where this road led…she had traveled down it before and swore to never go back! IT hurt…the pain was hot on her skin. How could she have been so foolish?
She tried to ignore the gapping, monstrous wound…but knew that a wound left unattended only brought infection and would never heal. She didn’t deserve healing…not again…She had received grace once before. He, the Creator Himself had mended and sown. With the very hands that spun the world into being, He had carefully stitched and bandaged that pain …leaving only a tiny scar, visible just to her, a reminder perhaps, of the grace she did not deserve.
She was a fool. A complete and utter fool! She had given in to her flesh…had tossed reason to the wind. She had ignored His Spirit…and embraced sin whole-heartedly. She had danced in the middle of black…and allowed the oily, slimy filth of evil to penetrate the most precious places of her soul. Climbing out of pits like this one was a slow and tedious process. Every time she tried, her foot would slip, her grip lost, and she felt herself falling…falling hard.
Until…
At the bottom of the dark…a Light shines bright. A hand reaches down and lifts her up. So effortlessly…so gracefully…He touches the wound…She cringes as she watches the red stain His perfect white. She quickly tries to wipe away the drops… only to smear and muck the pure even more. She is ruining Him…her crimson so evident…her self-inflicted tears grieving her Savior God.
But He begins to stitch once more…and oh how it hurts. She flinches…She pulls back…She had forgotten how much it hurt… Still, He continues to sew…to mend…to bring the healing to the raw and the ugly. She closes her eyes…a tear falls quietly…
