The first scar I remember getting was one on my hand. I had been practicing riding my bike with a neighborhood friend and we decided we would try to learn “tricks.” We would practice getting up and standing on the seat, or do wheelies while on a hill. Dangerous, yes, but TOTALLY FUN!
Well, of course, I fell off my bike, and skinned part of my hand pretty bad. I still have a mark today, and of course it leads to a conversations. But what is a scar, besides the physical presence of a once open wound?
Scars represent healing. God created our bodies, and how they heal. If He wanted to, He maybe would have made it so that with every wound or injury, our skin would just magically not be marked. But instead, we scar and it is a part of healing.
When I think about my life, there are ups and downs. Wounds that have opened, and then closed. The scars tell the story. The painful parts of the journey have been healed by God. I see the scars and I am grateful for them. They show me how He is always healing, but they also remind me of those times of brokenness and how He has worked to heal me.
Be proud of your scars. Be proud of your story.