I have seen my share of injures as a mother of four. I make sure to have my First Aid kit ready and available for when one of my kiddos comes to me with a “boo boo” with the hopes that a colorful bandied is going make it all better. We all have our little scars in the house that each one of us here has a story to tell about, better yet, some of the scars are so old we have forgotten the story behind them. I still have noticeable scars on me from childhood; the stories these old scars could tell. I have some recent scars on my arm that for the life of me I can’t hide which resulted from a near fatal car accident. We all have our share of scars, but wounds garner a deeper healing journey that takes time to heal. There are scars we may not can’t hide, but God wants us to trust him with our wounds to make it all better.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. Psalm 147:3
” Oh, No She Didn’t ! ”
I stopped by my doctor’s office with a friend who came with me as company for a quick errand. My friend and I have known each other since our sophomore year of high school, so I trusted her to be by my side for a quick stop by to check on an appointment. My friend took a seat behind me in the waiting area while I spoke to the receptionist. Everything was going well, but it was taking a little more time than I expected. I turned around to check on my friend to make eye contact that I was almost done for us to leave soon. I was interrupted in that brief exchange by another woman standing in the next line beside me. She boldly without prompting asked,” What happened to your arm?” I was wearing a sleeveless black dress, but I looked dumbfounded because she spoke it so openly in the full lobby. My face bewildered asked the stranger,” Why?” The woman boldly in between others waiting in line stated,” Because it looks horrible!” I was done by the woman’s audacity. My eyes tensed because the injury she commented on revealed a wound of shame of scars that I could not hide that started from my shoulder to my elbow. My friend on the other hand heard to conversation went into protective mode in visibly attempting to get up to intervene within the situation. I told the woman I was honestly thrown off by her actions smiling to ease the mood. The woman said, ” Well, first, I want to say your dress is pretty”. I am assuming the woman was attempting to fix the collateral damage. I simply turned around since it wasn’t the time and place to go into the story of the injury. My friend who felt the woman overstepped said,” Oh, no she didn’t” as we walked out the facility.
He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By His wounds you have been healed. 1 Peter 2:24
Don’t Be Ashamed of the Testimony of Your Scars
My scars are a result of a bad interstate car accident that happened on a dreadfully raining day where my car flipped three times landing on the side of the road. A car came to stop on the busy road while the driver was swiping their cellphone. I was driving my than minivan at the time high enough to see what the driver was doing. I was equally distracted as well in rushing on the road to catch a flight out of Atlanta heading to Tennesse for a speaking engagement. The other driver kept driving while I was in the vehicle flipping, but thankfully the van landed back upright. I was able to walk away from that crash alive with a few scars on my left arm. We all have scars, but behind every scar is a testimony that we survived. When people see our obvious scars, we can use that to hide in shame, reveal our triggers in succumbing to our emotions, walk in defeat, or we can at the right time can share the blessing of having a powerful testimony of God’s mercy. Many of us carry the burden of some deep wounds, but Jesus wants us to know that we don’t walk alone in being a healer for our broken hearts and bones. I was ashamed of my scars in not wanting to wear anything that revealed them. I dreaded any conversation from students, family, or strangers who would catch a peek of my scars that wanted to know more about them. I now look at my scars in gratitude of having a second chance at life, new beginnings, and of their unique beauty.
Heal me, O Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved, for you are my praise. Jeremiah 17:14
Purpose Filled Mommy with Minimarie 