A Scar’s Story

It was a typical day.

Well, as typical a day can get in this life. There I was, innocently mowing the lawn when out of nowhere comes a weed eater and nearly takes off my ankle! Kidding…it didn’t come out of nowhere. My very helpful husband, knowing that it was about to rain, decided to get the weed eating done while I finished up mowing. We were both focused on what we were doing. I was being careful trying not to get too close to him and he was being careful looking behind himself to make sure he didn’t trip over the paving stones. Needless to say he jigged and I jagged and I ended up in a bloody mess.

You know when you strike your heel on a door or something sharp and it always hurts so much worse than it actually is? Well, I thought this was like one of those times. “I’ll walk it off. It’s not a big deal”, I told my husband. NOT. THE. CASE. I looked back and it looked like something with extremely long and sharp teeth tried to chew my foot off. No worries…I won’t share the gory pictures.

Fast forward…

So, the healing process begins. Swelling decreases, pain eases up, scabs begin to forge, scabs fall off, the evil kind of itching ensues, and a scar is formed (which remained tender to the touch). When shaving during the first few weeks I had to make sure not to press too hard on the scarred part of my ankle. I could shave normally around it…sure… but I would use a very light pressure shaving over it. (does hair even grow on scars??? Who knows…)

Isn’t this a lot like our emotional and spiritual wounds?

Like the “vengeance of a weed eater” and the rath it took out on my ankle, life has a rath all its own. Insults, rejections, disappointments, cynicism and many other things get hurled at us day after day.   We are left with gaping wounds that are dripping blood and creating a “swelling” up of all ranges of emotions. And sometimes, we try to “walk it off”. We  put on that happy face and make it seem, from the outside, all is well with our soul. But let’s be honest,underneath that mask there is still a gaping wound in need of some heavy antibiotic and a very large bandage. And if we don’t take care of it soon it will bleed out over the rest of our days here on earth and affect many of our relationships without us even realizing it.

Wounds heal.

Scabs fall off. Scars fade. But that spot where we were hurt still remains tender. We walk around the hurt instead of dealing with it. Unlike physical wounds, the tenderness of an emotional or spiritual wound will not cease to exist unless it is dealt with head-on. Can I make a recommendation? Continue through the healing process. Don’t be ashamed of what you went through to get that scar or attempt to hide the scar from the world. Your scars tell a story of what you went through, sure. But they tell an even greater story:  how you came out the other side.  


To tell you the truth.

You, my sweet friend, are in good company. Jesus had wounds. Those wounds turned into scars. And he used those scars to show people who he was, where he’s been, and where he is now. (To give you a backstory in case you aren’t familiar: He appeared to the disciples a few different times after the resurrection took place. The following verse was after the disciples were all together and talking about the sightings. Jesus appears and they are frightened.)

“Why are you troubled, and why do doubts rise in your minds?  Look at my hands and my feet. It is I myself! Touch me and see; a ghost does not have flesh and bones, as you see I have.” (Luke 24:38-39)

Those scars were proof, you see. They were proof of all that he had endured. He didn’t hide them. He shared them with others in order to bring people hope.

“Resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same kinds of suffering are being experienced by your brotherhood throughout the world. And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace,who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.” (1 Peter 5:9-10)

Or, as I would state, “Look see, I went through this too. And here I am, still standing”. Your scars too can bring others hope if you decide to share how you got them.

Let’s hold onto this truth, shall we?

What is in your past is done. It hurt then and it may hurt now. But chose to see the beauty in the scars you are left with: A glorious reminder that you came up out of that dark place and are standing in the light once again.

“You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.
    You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy,
 that I might sing praises to you and not be silent.
    O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever!” (Psalm 30:11-12)

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