# Wounds

I was once told/taught, that we have to clean up our wounds before commiting oneself into a serious relationship with one of another gender. Two problems emerge; defining the wound, and cleaning/treating the wound. Both require/result in memories that want so badly to be simply left as a memory, but inevitably turn in a manifestation of hurts, sighs, frowns, confusion, hopelessness, many of which were simply inherited and assumed as normal during the years of parental influence as a child. Then the wounds begin to resurface, and we wonder why we behave in a certain way, wonder what we have to do to change, hoping that change were an event that we could embrace, only to realise change requires a lifetime of compromise, unlearning the expectations of poor parental decisions, and learning to live a life against the grain of every inch in society; to not expect anything. We have to address these wounds, before we in turn, result them on our children. He who has ears let him hear?

If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land.