Scars

Disclaimer: This is going to be a minorly melodramatic post, involving an anology, so if you are anti those kinds of posts, feel free to stop reading right now. I think of analogies a lot about the things that are happening in my life, but tend to just keep them to myself. However, I have a few friends that need to hear this one right now just as much as I do. **cough cough: Twin**. So here it is.

As stated in my last post, the doctors removed a piece of my leg last week. Prior to this procedure, I thought that I had a healthy, strong leg that suited my needs perfectly. Well, come to find out, there was for some reason something unhealthy about a small piece of that leg, so as stated, the doctor surgically removed it. It made me sick to watch it. I had a limp for days giving away my weakness to everybody that saw me. My leg is in minor pain that usually sits in the background of my thoughts and when I least expect it shoots a deep pain almost to the bone or all the way down my leg, or it just starts burning. It is uncomfortable, and it hurts. But every single day more of that hole in my leg is getting healed, and soon, it will be nothing more than a scar, and guess what? My leg will still function, it will be healthy and strong, life will keep going, and I will have a scar to remember what I went through.

This is similar to life and to the people that enter our life. (In this given moment, it is directed to those of us that are single and stuck playing the dating game.) Sometimes people come into our lives that we think we can't live without. We invest emotion in them to the point where they become a piece of who you are. But life doesn't always go our way, and sometimes it is best for those people to not play that part. So, our Heavenly Father finds a way to remove them from us. This is painful, and it hurts. Those around you know that you are disappointed, and at times, heartbroken. And as you start to heal, it still hurts but you try not think about it. There are times when you can't help but think about it and it hurts every part of your heart. But guess what? Each day, you get better and better. Eventually, the stitches will come out, and then one day, you will be whole. That piece of you will be gone, but the scar will take it's place so that you can remember that person that touched you once and to remember the life's lessons that were learned through the process.