Gross.
Disgusting.
Repulsive.
Are just a couple of words we use to describe scars. Let’s be honest, they aren’t the most beautiful things to look at. They can even be painful. The memory, or situation around why you have a scar in the first place that is.
Many see their scars as imperfections.
We live in a society where we try to cover up our scars. Our warts. Wrinkles. Our flabby skin. People take extreme measures to hide their scars, but what if we stopped doing that? Instead, what if we started embracing our scars? Our scars tell a story. Not all our scars tell riveting, or Hollywood production type stories, but there is a story there none the less.
I was looking in the mirror this morning and saw a scar on my neck from when this journey first began. It is from the port they installed in me when I first started chemo. When I see the scar, I immediately think about the chemo room in the Abbotsford hospital. That was not a fun time! It makes me want to throw up just thinking about it.
Our scars serve as a visible reminder of times past.
Difficult times.
Painful times.
Maybe even playful times.
This scar not only reminds me of that difficult time in my life. It is also a daily reminder of God’s mercy and His grace. As much as I want to hide it because I don’t like the way it makes me look. I choose to embrace it. I choose to not cover it up, but rather allow it to motivate me to keep going. I hope you do the same.
