Not a day has gone by when I don’t look at it and cry. I keep asking God why, but have yet to receive an answer. I don’t feel better covering my scar because it is tender and sore. Those 4 inches have now changed my life, limiting me in more ways than I can write. What happened?
Today, as I sit here silently, God did not answer my question. Instead, He told me that I am not the only one with a tender scar and each of us do our best to hide our scars, hoping that no one will notice as we silently endure our pain. Our scars may be physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, or sexual. Some of us have a scar from something that hurt us physically, leaving a visual reminder of that moment. Others of us can’t get past the fact that we didn’t get into our dream college or scored the ideal job. Resentment and anger scar their thinking. Some may be scarred from the emotional torment of losing their loved ones and not having more time with them. Regret and sadness are their scars. Perhaps, some are upset with God for allowing terrible things to repeatedly happen; the cross is no longer a symbol of love, but one of abandonment. Confusion and hurt are their scars. What about the children who fear the dark because that is the time their dads or uncles rob them of their innocence? Fear, guilt, and pain are their scars.
We all have scars, and more importantly, carry the weapons to scar anyone who comes close to us.
Every day, we are given a choice to scar or heal. When we use God’s love as a remedy to help others, we too take part in the healing process.
1) Which will you choose: to scar someone or to help him/her heal?
2) What types of scars do you bear?
3) How do you hide your scars?
4) Do you try to hide your scars from God?