Scars can be horrible, scars can be beautiful.
Somehow God brought me through my teenage years with no scars. My scars all began in my late twenties – ugly scars, happy scars and sad scars.
My first big ugly scar was in my late twenties – a trampoline scar. To this day I can’t stand trampolines. My son used to beg to go next door and jump on the neighbor’s. NO! That big giant, ugly scar down the side of my leg brought too many reminders of how when two people jump on a trampoline and are acting crazy one can be thrown off and break her hip (fortunately the doctor said it was not her neck), requiring a pin down the side of the leg and months of therapy).
Another ugly scar in my early 40s happened when I was coming down our stairs, and me, the one that is always rushing was trying to come down with two big Rubbermaid containers of winter clothes on a cold January day. Well, I missed the last couple of steps coming down backwards and bam – broken wrist with compound fractures, bones sticking out and two surgeries and nine months later, I could use that wrist again.
My first happy scar was when my son was born about 37 years ago. He was coming breach – bottom first, and a c-section was in order. Several years later I had toxemia with a pregnancy, and a little girl only 2 pounds and 6 ounces had to come early. She was also breach and required a second c-section. Happy scars because of the joy they brought.
The older we get the more we have those sad scars – scars that cut deep and they may or may not be seen by others, and they can plague us for years and years to come if we don’t let Jesus take hold, and if we can’t find forgiveness. These are scars that life brings like childhood abuse, divorces, miscarriages, infertility, abortion, death of family members, loss of jobs, loss of a business, infidelity, alcoholism, drug dependencies, and that list of scars goes on an on.
How do we heal those sad scars?
First, we can’t let those scars define us. For me, it is only by His strength and leaning into Him when I feel like I can’t go any further. How others get through things like losing a child or parent I do not know if they don’t have Jesus to carry them through.
Second, show your scars. Jesus never hid his scars. He came back and showed them. He wants you to show yours and let Him comfort you. He wants to heal you. When we show others our scars and what we have been through, those scars can become a ministry to others and help us to heal. Let Him redeem you from those scars, wear them, and use them for His glory. Tell your stories and show others that God can heal. I’ve seen it. I’ve watched him heal friends and family from so many of those things I’ve listed above, and He can you too.
Let Him mend your shattered hearts. Take a moment to listen to this song. It truly walked me through one of the hardest times in my life.
And this song I just heard this morning while writing this blog. I think God wanted me to hear it and you too.
Joining Suzanne Eller today on Live-Free Thursday and the prompt is “Our Scars Are Beautiful”.