Ever find yourself lying unconscious in the gutter? No? I never expected to either! So imagine my surprise when I opened my eyes to find myself wedged between the tires of a car and the curb…literally lying in the gutter! It was one of those moments that moved in slow motion and seemed like a dream or in this case a nightmare. As I looked up from my undignified position a crowd of unfamiliar eyes stared down at me. Sprawled on the pavement, one flip flop on, one off, my clothing askew, and a throbbing head made me want to disappear down the drain I was laying on!
I was a teenager on vacation and I’d fainted as we were walking along the sidewalk, souvenir shopping. I’d had too much……….not what you’re thinking…….sun. As it turned out, I had to get stitches in the gash near my eye. I still bear the scar on my face from that embarrassing adventure long ago that I’d rather forget.
Scars are like that. They stick with us. They tell the story of imperfect moments in our journey through life. Everyone’s are unique. You NOW know that some of mine tell of accidents, some say I’ve survived health issues, and still others remind me of times I might not have used good judgement or paid close enough attention.
We don’t just display our scars on the outside, though. Our story continues with the ones we wear on the inside, too. Maybe we’ve been “stabbed” in the back by a friend. Our heart’s been “pierced” by someone we love. Words have “cut” deep into our soul. Insecurity has “carved” its way into our thoughts. These scars can feel as if they’ll never heal. And they don’t if left on their own. Here’s the Good News for you and me….we’re NOT left on our own!
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Psalm 147:3
What a comfort to know that God not only knows every hair on our head but also every hurt we endure. And just as He designed our skin to repair itself on the outside, He takes our inward pain and layer by layer knits the damaged pieces into a place of strength.
There have been times I’ve wished my scars weren’t there, but as I’ve grown older I realize that inside or out; each bump, bruise, scrape, and gouge has been stitched together to create who I am today. It’s my scar story. A story that’s full of hurt, disappointment, and fear, but it doesn’t end there. It’s also a story that tells of this girl’s healing through forgiveness, love and grace. Now THAT’S a story that will stick with you! What’s your scar story?
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