Scars

 The night of my accident, just over a year ago, I was in the trauma center at UMC. I was not alone. I thought I was in pretty bad shape, but it was nothing compared to the sobbing girl in the hallway. She had been involved in a horrific accident that had killed several family members. She was the driver. ( I think). Even in my own unfortunate situation, the pain I felt would never be able to match hers.  I've thought about that girl a lot today. She has had a year of healing too. I wonder what she has learned, and how she's feeling. The one thing about healing is that the scars never go away. These scars are a reminder to me of the things that I accomplished this year. They are also a reminder of what I've lost. Most of all, they remind me of what I've gained.



When the Savior was resurrected, He kept the nail prints in His hands and feet, and the piercing in His side. I always thought it was to prove to us that He was the Risen Lord. This is a tremendous reason, but after my accident, I'm grateful for the reminder of the experience. I wonder if the Savior also has thought that.  My body will never be the same. Not until the resurrection, anyway. My scars are a part of my journey. It's taken me a long time to realize I am 'worth the price'. I will have ugly legs for the rest of my life. (This is also where my vanity kicks in..) But I have them. Two of them. Anything could have happened in that intersection a year ago, but I survived and I learned. This year, I have never felt so alone. I have also never felt so loved. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Heavenly Father was mindful of me. He knew my name. He knew this wouldn't be easy for me. But I have never been more sure of His love. I hope she felt it as well, the girl in the trauma center. I pray that she did, and that she does.