Scars

To tell the truth, the main reason I took up Christianity seriously was the fact I had no place else to run or hide. Friends could only help for a certain extent, but God heals and mends. Back then, the CD of Don Moen singing, 'I am the Lord, that healeth thee' calmed my soul as I struggled to understand life. (Heh, actually bought the CD for my dad, but ended up listening to it everyday)

Scars, is what I term this post. Guess that God's leading me through a period of restoration and healing now. Healing from the various vicious things people sometimes speak unintentionally (or for some, with intent *sigh*) Healing from emotional wounds and scars that never really healed, as it was all shoved down under the guise of 'being macho & loud'

These few weeks had been a period of insecurity and depression. But the truth was, it ran deeper than this. There were a lot of times in the past, where I would excuse myself from the crowd and find a place to hide, cry and get upset with God. Thank God it's almost over now.

I used to (and sometimes still do) go around feeling down, feeling I don't cut it with people and finally feeling I need to do more to be accepted. I thank God for friends who have been there showing that it's ok to be just me, the plain old crappy/serious/boring Leo that I am.

One thing I've definitely learnt is that the past will always be the past. Scars will be scars, though at times it brings back insecurity and the feeling that I don't belong there.

Guess that's it. For those of you who were there for me (and you know who you are), thanks, I owe you guys one.

God Bless~