Itchy Hands and Legs

Yes, literally. Resultant from my un-spoken of... clumsiness. My year in Australia has certainly left me with scars I would remember for life. Well, hopefully in time they will fade away. By that, I meant those physical scars and not memories of my entire experience here.

I shall now provide details. I think the first one came from probably a week or so in me arriving in Australia. I sat down on a bed side table. And it broke. I can't imagine why on earth did I do that, probably thinking that the table would be able to withstand my weight. haha. How wrong was I! Well, as you would predict, it broke and the nail brushed against my thigh. Not just a scratch, but rather a deep cut. So there you have it, my first Australian-'injury'.

After that was a from a thorn of a plant which conveniently came into contact with my hand while I was passing by it. And with my cuts and blisters that I get on and off from my sandals and thongs. Before this, I accidentally rubbed my hand against a rock while jumping from one rock to the other in Wilson's Prom. Gold Coast was also not complete without a sore thigh from friction with water slides. And now, the latest addition to my collection: a minor burn on my hand from steam out of a boiling kettle. Not to mention my pimples on my face. To think that with the cleaner environment here would help clear skin breakouts ==" Now that everything is revealed out in the open, I think it's safe to say that I have suffered from the klutz-syndrome.

Petty stuff, you might think. But no, they would bring about long-lasting consequences. For instance, my hands and legs now itch so badly I find it difficult to sleep at night. Not with all the pas oozing out most of the time and with the irritation from the rash. Not forgetting the scars that will follow eventually.

Sometimes our life is like that. We will have to pay for our stupidity by facing the consequences of our mistakes. And out of those consequences, some would leave scars we would remember for life. All we have to do is to endure the outcomes to the best we can and hope that they would not come back to haunt us. During the time of suffering, we often try not to worsen the wound by not scratching it when it feels itchy. There are times when temptations brings us deeper into our problem until we feel that there is no way out and no saving grace. No turning back and since we're in it so deep, it doesn't hurt to go in deeper. And deeper. And deeper it goes till it leaves us with a scar to remind us of our foolishness. The scar enacted in our skin that we would be ashamed of forever.

But out of those scars, some would heal. Sometimes, it just takes time. And effort. Like a scar after a wound, if it is well taken care applied with medication, it will leave no distinct mark. Most of those times, the healing power of God intervened would speed up the healing process. All we have to do is surrender and believe.

I have taken for granted so many things in life. For not even thinking that such a small thing like this would be worthy of God's time and attention. Don't get me wrong, I would pray for some things in my life. But we often forget that we can entrust even the littlest of things because He is interested in every detail of our life. Not that we are not believing Him to do the greater things but because He cares. In every little thing we do.

After all that has happened, one thing is for sure: learn from our mistakes.

Not scarred for life,
LiSs