Planting a heart-shaped memorial stone…Part Two

 

 

     

  Well I can. That one blister represented what God saved me from.  

    

      I have a scar on my back.  Just one single scar.  It is the remnant of a blister that I received during my recent heart surgery and the cause of the only real pain I felt throughout the whole ordeal.  The doctor was asked twice how I got it, and his answer was the same both times. “It’s an allergic reaction.” He told the nurse, “Either from the blue pads or the chemical glue that was on them.”  

     “But the pads were all over me.” I said when the nurse came back from asking the doctor the second time, “My chest and back and stomach were covered with them. "Why would I have only have one spot that reacted?”

    “That’s the weird part," she said shaking her head. "No one can answer that."

    
     Well... I can. That one blister represented what God saved me from.  I rubbed my fingers over it every day and when it popped it hurt like heck and was so tender that I wore a bandage over it for days.  

    The skin that was pink and soft is now red and rough, but it makes me smile because I know I should have been be covered with them.  

     I want it to stay forever. 
     However, whether the remnant scar remains or not, the blister is a memorial stone story that God crafted inside the greatest "Story-teller" room of all and I was there. I was with him as it got imprinted deep into my spirit with all it truth and promise. 
     So the memorial stone I plant and hold might be shaped like a heart, but to me, it will always look like the blister on my side.