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Scars

I Have Scars.

  • On my left leg just inside my ankle, there is a faint round circle that I received when I was young and accidently touched my skin to a hot motorcycle pipe.
  • On my lower tummy.  Both of our children were breach, so they had to be taken by surgery instead of being born in the regular way.
  • On the top of my left hand.  I was riding after a runaway horse, and when I attempted to cut her off in the trees, a branch raked the top of my hand, causing a deep and painful scratch.
  • On my left breast, the result of a lumpectomy and radiation therapy when I was 39.
  • I have scars that cannot be seen by the eye. They have been healed by the power of prayer, the process of forgiveness, and by the Grace of God.
  • I have sun scars.  Wrinkles on my face and chest,  from not taking proper care of my skin, baking in the sun as a teenager and wearing tank tops and t-shirts as I drove truck, moved cattle, and repaired corrals and fence.

Yes,  I HAVE SCARS.  Here is what they mean to me:

  • I have felt the freedom of the air rushing by my face as I speed down the road on the back of a bike, smelling the air and having a view that one can’t experience from a car.
  • I have two beautiful children, irreplaceable gifts adding so very much joy and fullness to my life.  I get to love those that they love.
  • I have had the pleasure of spending company with an animal much larger than myself whom I loved, and who loved me.
  • I have had cancer.  I have been healed for 22 years, that I might encourage others through the treatment process and help them with their fears.
  • I have loved and had relationship with others, both in good times and in bad.

Summer is coming, and my sun scars are what prompted the topic of this post.  Yes, I wish I would have been more careful with my skin, but at the time I did not know.  Now I have a choice:

I can hide my scars  in shame because in our world you aren’t supposed to have wrinkles on your face or lines on your chest.  Or, I can choose to remember that I have lived life.  A life that has been marvelous and rich and full of adventure.

I have a choice.  I can refuse to heal, hanging on to wounds others have inflicted,  or I can love and forgive and move forward.

I can be grateful, remembering that my scars are symbols of what I have experienced, and of what The Lord has healed and helped me to work through.

Yes, I have scars.  I imagine that you have scars too.  We simply cannot live in this world without getting them.  Yet you need not be ashamed of your scars.   They are a reminder of what you and Jesus have overcome.

Jesus Himself was not ashamed of the nail marks on His hands.  They were the scars He chose to bear when He died, in order that we might be healed.

John 20:27  (KJV)
27 Then saith he to Thomas, Reach hither thy finger, and behold my hands; and reach hither thy hand, and thrust it into my side: and be not faithless, but believing.

1 Peter 2:24 Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed. KJV (italics mine)

Psalm 147:3 KJV
He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.

Malachi 4:2  (KJV)
2 But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings; and ye shall go forth, and grow up as calves of the stall.

 

 

 

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