The other afternoon, I was shaving my legs, and as I approached my kneecap, I noticed a quarter-sized scar. Immediately I was taken back to sixth grade. There we were. My friend Danny and I had just gotten out of science class, and we were on our way to the gym. For some reason, we thought it would be a great idea to take off running. My feet didn’t quite get the memo, and I proceeded to trip over myself, land on my knees, and hit head first off of the double doors which entered into another hallway. I’m not really sure what hurt worse. My two skinned knees, or my ego.
My left hand tells another story. Right below my pinky finger is a very unique looking scar. It’s one of my favorites, actually. This scar also involves another person, like the one above. This time, it is my older brother.
Shawn and I loved playing in the snow together when we were younger. We used to live on the side of a mountain, and not only was driving up and down the mountain an adventure, but so was sledding on it. One afternoon, we headed outside to go sledding. The very next thing I know, is that we were under a van. I’m serious. It happened that fast.
Yes…Somehow my brother and I managed to actually sled under a van, and the ONLY injury I had acquired from this freak accident is a half inch scar on my hand. It’s actually pretty impressive if you ask me.
Scars are something, I tell ya. Some scars can bring you a chuckle or two when you think about them, and some scars will stop you right in your footsteps and cause your stomach to knot. You see, the scars we bare aren’t always linked to a funny story. Some of the scars we’re left with hurt today just as much as they did when they appeared.
Do any of wear scars that still pain you when you look at them today? Maybe one of you has a scar under your eye where someone violently attacked you. Maybe a few of you have a scar down your stomach from an emergency C-section that didn’t end well. I bet there’s even someone reading this who has a scar on their body from a crazy night out partying.
Maybe you aren’t the one carrying the scars, but you’ve actually left the mark on someone else.
Friends, I want to tell you something profound today. No matter how many scars we are representing on our physical bodies, Jesus can restore any hurt that we’ve received because of the initial blow.
Let me repeat that. No matter how many scars we are representing on our physical bodies, Jesus can restore any hurt that we’ve received because of the initial blow. Let me spell this out a little easier. I don’t care what scars you have, if you want Jesus to take away the pain, He can and He will.
That doesn’t just go for physical scars. Some of us are carrying around horrendous emotional scars as well. These scars are not only controlling us, but they’re killing us. They’re keeping us from relationships, keeping us stuck in bondage, and even keeping us out of the church!
Let me ask everyone reading this post a simple question today. Do you want to get better? If you answered “yes” to that question, all you have to do is simply as Jesus to take the hurt away. I know, that sounds ridiculously easy. That’s because it is.
Jesus WANTS you and I to live a life of joy! And as for those painful scars on our bodies.. well, they can now be used as stories of encouragement. Stories of hope! Doesn’t that sound so much better??!
Each one of us has a story to tell, and when we’re walking with Jesus, he changes what once was a story of defeat, into one of victory. I don’t know about you… but I like the sound of that!!
PS// Do you have a story that you’d like to tell ME about one of your scars? Either a funny story, or a story of restoration? I’d love to hear it! Blessings! ❤