82456489People have scars in all sorts of unexpected places, like secret road maps of their personal histories; diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them don’t. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut is long gone, the pain still lingers.

Can’t you just come clean?!

I know I asked you to stay by me but seriously? Just go away. I don’t want to sit here forever.


I lift my eyes onto the hills
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.