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usually i wait until i have something profound to say... or my insides burst with exasperation.... or i should be studying but my brain can handle no more until it spews somehow whatever is jamming it up. usually i wait to blog until that time. but, alas...i have nothing profound to say and my insides aren't bursting from exasperation...which, i suppose is blog worthy in and of itself.

peace. that's what i finally feel. some people say time is needed to get over things. i say...no. God is needed. and, sometimes we must wait until God moves...but, it's not time that heals. it is God. i don't think 'healing' means perfection either. but, perhaps a realistic outlook. sometimes there is complete healing...but, have you ever seen someone who has broken a finger? it may no longer be broken...but the crookedness of the finger reveals the pain suffered in the past. sometimes these scars are more visible....like, the older adult whose face is scattered with craters which painfully reveal the battles undergone during puberty. time healed those wounds. the finger is no longer black and blue...the face is no longer covered in red, oily, bumpy patches. but...the remenants remain. one look in the mirror or at the hand could spin one back into the different painful experiences....even though they are far away now. but...they are sort of battle scars. evidence that despite a rough adolesence....one can overcome and be the life of the party. despite lacking hand-eye coordination one can come back and play sports again. it proves that they weren't beaten.... it wasn't really time that healed them. it was the acceptance of the real hurt and pain...and the step forward which they took.