I remember the doctor asking me if I would be okay with an eight inch scar on my forearm.
I was seventeen, after all. Most teenage girls would probably stare at him incredulously for even suggesting such a thing.
I had a choice: vanity/pride and continued pain, or a huge scar and healing.
I answered without hesitation: yes. Yes, I was okay with it. Yes, do it, please.
That scar brought healing, not shame. It brought relief to pain that had plagued me for four years at that point – pain that had left me unable to play piano, write, and so much more.
I didn’t care what my arm looked like – I only cared what it felt like. I cared about regaining strength and dexterity, I cared about getting my life back to normal.
Two months later, I would emerge from surgery with a Nike sign on my right forearm, eight inches long, just like he said. And I rejoiced.
That scar brought me freedom. It brought me healing. It gave me my full life back.
All of us have scars – physical and emotional. Some make us feel ashamed, some bring laughter, all contain a story – telling how we became who we are today.
We have a choice to make: we can be thankful for these scars (thanks to my favorite band, I Am They for a great song about just that), thankful for these journeys and stories that God has used to make us more like Him and to bring healing and freedom; or we can hide them in shame, not allowing God to do what only He can do with them.
Your scars may be someone else’s healing. Someone’s freedom. Someone’s answer.
Don’t hide them in shame. Allow God to work through you. Tell your stories and watch Him in awe. And then thank Him all over again for His grace and goodness as you watch Him, yet again, bring good from something that was not.
Had I chosen vanity over healing, I can’t imagine what my life would be like now. I’m thankful that I chose the path of freedom, even though it wasn’t easy.
This applies spiritually, emotionally, physically, relationally.
Choose freedom. Choose healing. Let go of pride – it’s so much better to have the scar than to have the pain. After all, scar tissue is stronger than unscarred skin. Scars represent a fight, a fight that you WON.
Let God work in you, even if it’s not comfortable. It will all be worth it, I promise.