My husband became a member of Omega Psi Phi Fraternity earlier this year, and the Greek letter Omega holds significance for him. One particular day I was getting dressed in a purple outfit that had a zipper clasp in the shape of an Omega. I immediately thought of him and held it in my hand so I could take a picture and send to him. While inspecting the picture before sending, I couldn’t help noticing my scar.
In the late ’90s, while in my mid-twenties, I was preparing to go out for an after-hours social event. I was rushing after work, as I was meeting friends there. I quickly fixed myself something to eat and reached into my cabinet for a glass. In my rushing, the glass somehow slipped from my hand. Instead of backing away to protect myself, my reflexes led me to try and catch the glass before it struck my counter. Bad decision. REALLY bad decision!
Blood spurted everywhere. I immediately grabbed a towel to wrap around my hand, put pressure on my wound, and slowly drove myself to the nearest Emergency Room.
Because of the position of the laceration, I could not get stitches to close my wound. It had to just heal on its own. The result of my ill-advised decision that evening is a long, uneven, jagged scar on my left hand.
Back to my picture – as I looked at the scar that I’ve grown to despise for over 20 years, I actually considered cropping my blemish out of the picture to my own husband. Like he had never seen my scar before! Did that imperfection bother me that much that I had to hide it from the person on earth who knows me best?
I stopped myself and wondered why I felt such negativity concerning my scar all these years. I would even cringe when I had my blood pressure taken. My wrist was always turned over and my scar exposed to the medical professional checking my vitals.
And I finally came to the realization that my scar bothered me because I had been so fixated on what OTHER PEOPLE thought about me when they saw it. They surely assumed I’d been in a viscous knife fight, right?
In such an image-conscious society, we are so focused on looking perfect – any blemish, scar, or imperfection can cause us to feel flawed or inadequate.
The only perspective that should matter is how God sees us, which should influence how we see ourselves. And other people’s perception shouldn’t even have a voice in the matter. A scar is simply a reminder that healing has occurred where an injury once happened. A place that previously experienced pain ͏has now been restored.
Instead of having a negative view about my scar, I worked to change my thinking and focused on the reality that I have complete use and functionality of my hand. There was no major muscle or tendon damage as a result of my accident. It’s just a superficial scar, my hand still works exactly how it was created and designed to work.
Some injuries we’ve experienced have been completely our fault, while others may have happened to us outside of our control. But injuries heal in time. Once the scab starts to form, that’s an indication that the healing process has begun.
But what happens when we pick at the scab or rip it off? That halts and prevents the healing that was taking place and delays the progress toward restoration.
And this goes for not only physical scars, but emotional ones as well. Some of our choices in life have caused us emotional injuries, while others were caused by an outside influence. Emotional injuries and heartbreak, whether self-inflicted or not, can still be healed.
In the physical condition, we clean our injuries, treat with a healing balm, and cover our wounds to promote and facilitate healing. Are we doing the same thing to our emotional wounds? Have we cleaned our lives of anything that may be causing us emotional injury? Have we applied the healing balm of God’s love and covered our wounds with His Word?
For those of us that have started to experience recovery, are we letting the healing continue? Or do we keep pulling the scab off by returning to toxic relationships and situations?
To be restored is an amazing gift. If you’ve been healed and bear a scar as a result, proudly wear it as a badge of the promise in Isaiah 53:5 – because of the stripes and wounds Jesus received from His beating before He was crucified, we have been promised healing.
If you are still suffering from an injury, know that God can heal any wound you bear, be it physical or emotional. You may end up with a scar, but our scars are forever reminders – that God can rebuild, repair, and restore.
How do you feel about physical scars that you may bear? Can you think of your scar as a reminder that you’ve been healed, instead of a reminder of the pain you experienced?
Do you have an emotional injury that you haven’t allowed to heal? What can you do to treat and cover it to allow healing?
Feel free to share your response in the comments section…