According to kidshealth, a scar is the pale pink, brown, or silvery patch of skin that grows in the place where you once had a cut, scrape, or sore. A scar is your skin’s way of repairing itself from injury.
Centuries ago, warriors showed off their scars as symbols of their bravery and to impress their friends with the exciting tales about how each one happened. Do any of your scars have a story?
Scars define us if we let them. Whether a physical or emotional scar, they pierce our skin and/or our hearts and leave a trail that you can’t help but remember because you see or feel them daily.
I have a crazy 2 1/2 year old and a 1 year old that push all the boundaries on safety. When you are on kid number 3 & 4, you don’t panic as much as you used to but you worry just the same. I imagine the fear in my moms face when I stumbled and fell as a toddler and hit my forehead on the corner of the coffee table. I was her first baby and head cuts bleed alot! I still have a scar. That’s my oldest scar, one that I don’t remember getting. That scar let’s me know that there is healing and most of the time you can’t even see it, unless I’m frowning.
The chicken pox visited me twice, I was born long before there was vaccine for that dreaded itching disease. I spent an entire week one summer standing at the kitchen door, watching people play while I stayed inside and scratched and whined. The scars are mere dips on my skin now but they bring back the memories of that summer.
I have scars on my knees from four wheeler mishaps while camping at the lake and scars from various and crazy adventures that I had as a kid. Probably my favorite scar story is my hand. I have a scar on my right hand that makes me smile almost every time I see it. As a kid, my mom watched my cousin Nichole while her mom worked. She never wanted to leave at the end of the day. We had hard wood floors throughout the house and my mom pledged them religiously so they were always slippery. One day as my Aunt came to get her, Nichole decided to hide in the corner of the living room. I went to find her and in my socked feet, I began to slide across the room. I slid right into a curio cabinet my mom had filled with those ceramic avon figurines that still fill her home. The glass broke and a huge (to a small kid) piece of glass protruded from my hand. It bled and bled and my mom had the nurse that lived next door come look at it. No stitches were required but it left a great scar.
I have a scar from the c-sections with Cooper and Max. It’s been over an year since I got that scar reopened and while it is ‘healed’ there are still days where it is itchy or gets a pain in it. I have a friend who had a c-section over 10 years ago and it still bothers her when she does heavy cleaning or moving.
For me, I would rather have a physical scar than an emotional one. Emotional scars are like that scab that just won’t heal. Every time you think you have the thing almost healed, you bump into something and it rips the scab right back off, making you bleed again and start all over.
We all have emotional scars although the list is quite different for each of us. It shapes how we move forward in social and family situations. It shapes who we allow into our inner circles and who we push away.
Those of us who have been cheated on have a radar for predators. We watch how someone tilts their head or bats their eyes. We look to see just how close they hug or how long they hold on. We listen to see if they compliments are too much or how our spouse responds.
Those of us who have been hurt by churches often find it hard to connect with ministry. We wonder how God can let us connect and be hurt, not once, but multiple times. We wonder why we are not enough that He can’t place us somewhere where we can thrive and reach others for him in a healthy environment. We wonder if He even cares at all. We wonder if we should even go to church again because connection = hurt.
Those of us who were sexually abused, are always looking for signs of a pedophile when they are with their kids in social situations. Your senses are heightened to anyone who pays specific attention to your child in a way you consider unhealthy
Healed but scarred:
Here’s the thing, there are no easy answers. Fresh cuts will eventually be scars that you can look back on and either have a funny story or at least try and remember something good that came out the event. It may be the knowledge of what to do differently in the future, it may be the knowledge that no matter what, your life is forever changed. There may be regrets, hurts, closure that you know you will never find. It may be knowing you will never get the apology you feel you deserve. It may be laughing because someone always said your name wrong on purpose because of a funny story only a few of your friends know about. It may mean smiling because I have three words for you…..(if that doesn’t make sense to you then that’s okay, everyone won’t get it).
It’s a season of thankfullness, do an inventory. What do your scars say about you? What do they say about your choices and how have they shaped your life? Let’s be thankful that we have scars, because they tell the story of our life. They are the testimony that we are alive. Maybe, if we are lucky, they will only show up when we frown.