There’s a burnt mark near my back door. A guest, whom I was trying to help,
set the linoleum on fire. She tried to burn down my house.
That was years ago. Recently, I mopped over the charred spot and thought,
“Why did she do that?” I was good to her. Helped her every way I possibly could.
Yet, she attempted to harm me.
I could become bitter and nurse the hurt from her actions, but
I chose to see the scar for what it really is;
a symbol of God’s protection.
A woman set my house on fire. There could be a pile of rubble
where my home stands, but instead there’s a bit of melted plastic,
that I cover with a rug.
God is good. He’s ever faithful.
Yes, it hurts to know someone wanted to harm me,
but it feels so wonderful knowing God’s got my back.
How do you view your scars?
As a sign of hurt?
Or a symbol of God’s protection?