27 May Scars
Lots of prayers and some very good doctors have been responsible for my recovery from leukemia. I am going on three years of excellent health for which I am deeply grateful. However, there have been some undesirable remnants. One of which is I have been left with a very low tolerance for bug bites. The tiniest of creatures can create on my arms or wherever swollen, itchy patches that take days to subside. Springtime is wonderful but in Massachusetts May skies fill with little black flies that swoop in like Kamikaze pilots. Finally, we got a 90 degree day that should take care of them for another year. In a few days I can stop scratching as long as I avoid mosquitoes and ticks which will be with us all summer.
Our bodies are wonderful at repairing themselves, yet scars and other annoyances are usually left behind to remind us. We are never quite as good as new. Our souls are the same. We mar them with sinful deeds. We ask for forgiveness. God is gracious, merciful and good to us and He cleanses us. See I John 1:9. Yet, we are never the same. Sin diminishes us. That’s why something is labeled sin. If it enhanced us it would be labeled a blessing.
God gives us a new start, record-wise. But our brains don’t. We are never quite what we could of, should of, been. God looks at us as if we had never sinned. But the person looking back at us from the mirror always knows better. So flee from sin as we would from a roaring lion. While we might survive the lion’s attack, we will always be scarred, at least until this mortal puts on immortality. See I Corinthians 15.