The place where my wound used to manifest is now covered by an ugly scar.
The enemy tries his best to attack me there.
I scratch and I scratch until that fresh scar breaks open into the wound it was before.
With each reopening, it heals into an even deeper scar, only to be torn open again in my weakness and temptation.
Sometimes, it seems like all hope is lost, but this scar will not last.
One day, this scar will be removed and my body will be restored.
Then I will be free.