tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732975.post2810933882392900349..comments2024-01-17T04:05:54.079-05:00Comments on my life's journey: Scarred HandsGailNHBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11632210289246687829noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732975.post-7591640416970042752006-12-27T22:08:00.000-05:002006-12-27T22:08:00.000-05:00Amazing post Gail.
I remember when I was a kid the...Amazing post Gail.<br />I remember when I was a kid there was a boy at Vacation Bible School one summer that was severely scarred from a fire. I think he was in foster care because he lost family in that tragedy. I don't remember how we kids treated him, but I sure hope we were nice. I became very afraid of fire after that. The image of this boy has never left me and I wonder sometimes what happened to him as he grew up. I hope that he found someone special that could look through the scars to the person he is; someone to love him.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03643396653940902200noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732975.post-34578674739626062472006-12-24T20:26:00.000-05:002006-12-24T20:26:00.000-05:00Impresionante experiencia. Eres una amorososa hija...Impresionante experiencia. Eres una amorososa hija de Dios. Me gusta sentir como el amor de Dios te inunda para dar ese amor a otros.<br /><br />Un beso<br />ManoloAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02120769903506894119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732975.post-72343444983032948952006-12-23T00:06:00.000-05:002006-12-23T00:06:00.000-05:00a very beautiful post gail...
i truly love the wa...a very beautiful post gail...<br /><br />i truly love the way you love other's stories and scars, just the way you honour your own.<br /><br />i have a scar on my left ankle from a piece of old cane that drove through my skin while i was working on the farm as a kid. it is barely visible now, but i love the story and that scar. why?<br />because that day i was shown so much love. when my dad saw the blood spurting from my ankle, he gathered me up, placing me on the seat of the tractor, holding his hand firmly over the blood, sitting on the bottom step of the tractor, and driving home across the paddocks like that. he refused to get into the driver's seat, insisting i sit there, as he drove us home. then my elder sister took his place - placing her thumb firmly over my wound to stop the blood while dad drove us to the hospital. by the time we got there, she was stuck to me, welded together with dried blood.<br /><br />it struck me then, and still now, as incredibly profound... just how bonded together i was (and still am) with my family... how if i am hurting, they place their hands on me, and become a part of me as i heal.<br /><br />happy winter solstice gail.<br /><br />in love and light,<br />LeonieGoddess Leonie * GoddessGuidebook.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08693407173311647505noreply@blogger.com