tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post8695938000844684490..comments2024-03-25T10:07:31.278-07:00Comments on There is no such thing as a God-forsaken town: ScarsRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-62770787708920202222010-05-26T18:07:33.065-07:002010-05-26T18:07:33.065-07:00Thanks, Janet. The song is "Beautiful Scars,...Thanks, Janet. The song is "Beautiful Scars," not "Cinderella." But still. :-)Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26800186.post-10124362578578940282010-05-26T17:38:57.554-07:002010-05-26T17:38:57.554-07:00I refuse to play the video. It makes me want to cr...I refuse to play the video. It makes me want to cry just seeing it there.<br /><br />It's hard to imagine anyone looking at scars and feeling strong. They remind us of our weakness. And of healing -- which is a gift, not anything we control.<br /><br />Maybe that's not true. Maybe the decision to choose faith is what makes healing possible.<br /><br />Either way, it does seem that internal scars are the most difficult for being invisible. <br /><br />All too cerebral to be of any comfort. But I'm too far away to offer a hug.Janetnoreply@blogger.com