Scars

I have a large scar on my forehead from a dresser knob that won the fight, leaving its mark when I was five. It also happened to be the same day my younger brother was born. My poor dad leaving my mom after the doctors said she and the baby were okay and then meeting a bleeding daughter in the emergency room. Life is funny sometimes.

From there there's a scar on my wrist from when I was 11. I was making brownies over at my best friend's house and I accidentally touched the side of the pan. My skinned bubbled up but I was too embarrassed to tell anyone. My mom noticed a couple of days later and took care of it right away but you can still see where it was.

I also have hundreds of acne scars and maybe more to come since I still get lots of acne.

But then there are scars that run deep on my heart. Actually, on everyone's heart-- that none of us can see.

"You're a butterfly held captive small and safe in your cocoon. Go on your can take your time. Time is said to heal all wounds."

"Time will heal your wounds." The greatest advice someone gave to me. Scars are our body's way of healing but yet it isn't to forget how far we have come. How far I have come.

With that said, everyone is going through the trial of their life. It is now more important to treat others the way we wish to be treated. It is important to stop and give a helping hand. It is important not to judge. It is important to help others heal.

We don't see the scars on the heart, we don't know what they've been through. Or what I have been through.

You are brighter than stars. Believe me when I say, it's not about your scars, it's all about your heart.

It's truly about the kindness in one's heart. That's how I plan on measuring myself this year. The true kindness of my heart. It's not about the scars of the past it's about what the healing that has come and what I can do with it to bless others.

xoxo