If you look closely at my hands you’ll see scratches, puppy nips, a few age spots, and some small scars. That’s what you’ll see. What you won’t see are the inner scars from lies, accusations, betrayal, and rejection. Those are the scars I usually keep hidden.
Because scar exposure is risky. Revealing our scars gives people the opportunity to judge whether or not we deserve them.
I often wonder why we’re so quick to judge each other. Why we feel the need to ask:
- if a person with lung cancer was a smoker.
- if the accident victim was texting.
- if the rejected spouse was cold and unloving.
- if __________ was _________.
Job’s friends were sure he “deserved” what happened to him.
Listen! God is doubtless punishing you far less than you deserve! Job 11:6
He lost everything. But we want people to deserve the bad things that happen to them, because if they deserve them . . . then they can’t happen to us.
The truth is bad things happen. Some as a consequence of our bad decisions, others because of someone else’s bad choices, and others simply because we live in a fallen world where bad things happen.
Analyzing My Inner Scars
We worry about people judging our scars because—well because we judge theirs.
And if you’re like me, you’ve spent countless hours analyzing your scars. I’ve wondered what I should have said or done differently. Maybe I should have trusted less? Set more boundaries? Fewer boundaries? Defended myself more loudly? Should I have fought harder?
All the ‘should I’ or ‘what if’ questions haven’t changed anything. My scars are a fact. They’re evident and sometimes a little irritated, but they are no longer raw.
By God’s grace and the power of forgiveness they are scars. Just scars. Healed wounds.
They are a part of my past. Today is my present.
And in my present….
God is my Strength and my Portion forever.
Several years ago, I chose Psalm 73:26 as my life verse:
My heart and my flesh may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
I still have moments when I look around and realize my life isn’t what I dreamed or imagined. Some people missing. Some words left hanging. Some memories painful.
But by God’s grace, I can choose to be thankful for healed wounds. Scars.
I can choose happiness. I can celebrate bliss. I love bliss!
Did you know the word bliss is a synonym for blessed?
We can choose happiness. You and I are able to give thanks for our scars, focus on our blessings, and enjoy bliss as we trust God’s mercy and grace. Celebrate His forgiveness and love.
So, I’m exposing my scars…
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Let’s resolve to make scar exposure less risky by refusing to judge each other. Let’s faithfully offer the same mercy, grace, forgiveness and love we’ve received through Jesus. Let’s embrace each other scars and all.
Sounds like bliss doesn’t it?
I’m sharing my scars so you can know you are safe here. So come with your scars and we’ll talk about the One who heals and blesses His wounded loves.
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