Scars
“Dwelling on the negative
I’ve lived most of my life filled with bitterness towards people, God and
myself. My mind, soul, and body were consumed by hatred, self-pity, pain,
hopelessness, and a complete sense of powerlessness. I focused my energy on
reviewing my scars. I counted them, checked them, nurtured them, and
flaunted them. They were proof of all the wrongs I’d endured. They were my
source of energy. They were my identity. They were my badge of
sorrow.
~ Lisa
simply
contributes to its power.”
Shirley MacLaine
As I work my recovery, I am beginning to see everything from a new
perspective. Gradually my head is lifted and my eyes are turned away from
my once-beloved scars. The more I allow myself to accept that my
powerlessness is not a prison of doom, the more I discover that it is my
doorway to faith, surrender, and serenity.
My scars are still here. There is no magic potion to remove them. What is
magical, however, is that I see them so differently. I find that I have a
choice to make every day: I can cherish my scars as proof of the pain I
have suffered, or I can be thankful for them as evidence of things I have
survived. Scar tissue forms and creates a stronger, thicker skin in its
place. I can either pick at it and make it bleed, or I can welcome the
lessons and endurance it has built into my life.
One day at a time...
I will choose to see my scars as proof of
the difficulties I have survived. I will choose to appreciate them as
evidence that God has brought me through suffering and has used all things
to strengthen my faith in Him, my hope for tomorrow, and my serenity for
today.
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