Scars. A mark that indicates where a wound once existed. A wound that was deep enough to leave a scar.
I have a small scar on the middle finger of my left hand. The scar is there because my finger was cut by the blade of a running lawn mower back when I was in High School. The wound was deep enough that my finger bled for quite a while. It may not be an overly big scar, but it’s still visible. That scar serves as a reminder of the wound I received.
There is a lot of beauty in a scar.
The beauty of a scar is not that it looks cool…although I will admit that some scars do look cool. The beauty of a scar is not that it reminds us of a deep wound…wounds deep enough to leave a scar hurt. The beauty of a scar is not even in the fact that it can serve as a reminder of what not to do…like remembering to not stick my hand near a running lawn mower blade.
The beauty of a scar is that it indicates healing. A scar forms when the wound has healed over. When a scar forms, that means that the wound has closed and the bleeding has stopped. The scar will be a visible reminder of the pain that once existed there, but the scar indicates healing has taken place. That is the beauty of a scar.
Everyone has been wounded. Some wounds are physical, and other wounds are emotional. In this life we will be wounded in some way…it’s not a fun message to hear or share, but it’s a true message. This life brings with it difficulties and pain and sorrow. It is a symptom of living in a fallen and broken and imperfect world. As we go through this life, we will be wounded in some way.
Wounds lead to scars. The deeper the wound, the longer the scar will take to form. But eventually, a wound will become a scar. A mark that indicates where a wound once existed. A reminder of the pain that once existed as well as a reminder of the healing that has taken place. A beautiful scar.
As I’ve journeyed through the past couple of years living my life in a way I never expected to have to live it, I’ve come to recognize the beauty of a scar. I was deeply wounded, in a way I never saw coming and in a way that left me in complete shock and excruciating pain for quite a while. The wound was so deep that it took a long time for the bleeding to stop.
But the beauty of it all is that the bleeding did stop. The scar eventually formed. The wound has closed. There will always be the reminder of the wound that hurt so deeply and bled for so long, and the memory will bring back the feelings of hurt and pain that I experienced from that wound.
However, I know those are now just memories of a past wound. I can find rest in the present and into my future knowing that the wound has closed, the bleeding has stopped, healing has taken place, and a scar has formed.
A beautiful scar.
The Lord is near to the brokenhearted, and saves the crushed in spirit. (Psalm 34:18)
I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33)
I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. I can do all things through him who strengthens me. (Philippians 4:12-13)
Praise God for his healing! Praise God for his peace! Praise God for the strength he provides! Praise God for his compassion on those who are hurting! Praise God for his comfort! Praise God for the beautiful scar!