Just another band aid

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You hide the deepest parts of you. Your emotions, your creativity and your worth. You hide it behind a fake smile, insecurities and messages to friends. A single band aid covers up the scars that were created from the past, things you don’t want to see repeated. The fear of ripping that band aid off your tanned flesh haunts you every living moment you wake up. Sheer horror binds you from things you want to become but just can’t seem to make the steps to jump. That band aid needs to be pulled off so you can live a life worth waiting for; instead it continues to bleed in pain. You hate yourself for doing nothing, for giving up and not even trying. You’re a lost cause, a failure, a voice in the wind. Pain from the past has bandaged you from head to toe. You don’t want to get too close and you don’t want to get to far.

A band aid has covered up your heart, keeping the most treasured part of you from shattering into a billion pieces. You’ve put the necessary walls up, to keep certain people out so you don’t have to add another band aid to that collection. Voices inside your head tell you to move on get over it; rip that pathetic band aid off. But you know that ripping that band aid off will really hurt; it will hurt your skin but eventually your pride and your heart. You’ve gone for years to protect everything you worked on; emotions, self worth, everything.

You can hid behind just another band aid or another wall or another lie, but what you can’t hide from is God. He is everywhere, and He watches your every move. That band aid that covers up the pain and the scars; He is there to heal that for you, not to continue to cover it up with another band aid over and over. You can rip it off and not feel like the whole world is glaring  at you around each and every corner you come to in life. No more darkness, no more depression, no more hurt. Just another band aid? How about a little more faith and a lot more prayer. It can go a long way…

But he was pierced for our transgressions;
    he was crushed for our iniquities;
upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace,
    and with his wounds we are healed.

Isaiah 53:3

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