When summer arrived, my “silly-girl” question was, “Do I wear capris, shorts, above-the-knee skirts that show my ACL surgery scars?” How closely would people look at my knees? Yes, I know, it’s kind of ridiculous to worry about this. But, the scars from my surgery were still definitely visible.
In our society that smiles on perfection, it’s tempting to hide my scars.
Isn’t that true for most of us with our scars? We feel like they should be hidden . . . like there’s some kind of shame because scars reveal that we are less than perfect.
Whether our scars are visible or hidden, they aren’t shameful.
Jesus’ scars will still be visible when we meet Him face-to-face in heaven. So, why do we try to hide ours? It’s humbling to declare we are less-than-perfect.
Sometimes, we need a perspective shift.
The scars on my knee remind me that, because of a surgeon’s care, I can walk with strong knees. I’m able to run, hike, even ski (if I’m brave enough to strap those boards back onto my feet).
Physical scars can be seen by others. In a society that blesses perfect skin and beautiful appearance, scars appear as a blemish. Less-than-perfect.
Internal scars are easier to hide. Those heart-hurts that no one but God sees, and no one but ourselves feel. Past scars mold our current responses to life. Our perspectives. They frame how we perceive the things people do and say to us.
Our scars do not define us.
Whether scars come from poor choices in our past, or things done to us, they do not define us.
Some of my hidden scars have scraped off the edges of self-centeredness from my heart. They’ve taught me to look beyond myself and toward others who are hurting. My scars have taught me compassion.
Sometimes life’s hard leaves scars. The hard seasons also conform us more into the image of Jesus. It’s when we are hurt that we learn how to lift up others who are hurting.
When we’ve been scarred, we have the depth and empathy to encourage others and offer hope from that place of hurting.
My scars remind me that I am loved and valued by my heavenly Father.
Maybe we need to ask the Lord to help us see our scars through His eyes. Scars create their own sort of beauty because of the work they do within us.
I did choose to wear shorts and skirts this summer. I decided it didn’t matter what people thought if they saw my scars. When I place too much value on what others think, my scars feel shameful.
When I remember that Jesus wears His scars as a reminder of HIs love for us? That scars are not bad things? I wear my scars with grace.
What about you? How have your scars shaped you? How do you keep an accurate perspective about your scars?