Ever since I was young, scars have been fascinating to me. So often they are unique and catch the eye, but they aren’t beautiful or desirable by any means. I used to see them as my bodily scrapbook of all the times I did something dumb and got hurt as a result. “See this one here? That’s from burning my arm on the oven for the 51st time!” Coming from a scientific background it has always been simply amazing to me that our bodies are designed to knit back together and automatically start the healing process when we are injured – how awesome is that? What a great design! Now, the really interesting thing about the tissue in a scar is that it is so much stronger than the original tissue. We literally rebuild stronger than ever because of injury and pain!
Among many small scars scattered across my skin, I have a faded 6 inch scar up my back from my surgery several years ago, an angry looking red 12 inch c-section scar across my belly, as well as a wonderful pattern of purple and pink stretch marks. They are not beautiful in the eyes of the world – and my dreams of being a supermodel like Heidi Klum might be over – but they are beautiful to me. Each scar represents to me a time where I was blessed by God in a miraculous way. I was given healing from many years of pain and got my mobility and physical health back when I had been limited for so long; we had a beautiful baby girl when for awhile we weren’t sure that blessing was something we could have in this life! Each of those situations humbled me to the point of breaking me down, bringing me to a place of faith before God brought me out and answered my prayers. My skin is marked for me as an outward reminder of God’s faithfulness to me, and how He has changed my heart and my soul. They remind me of the stories of how He has done miracles in my life and how much He loves me.
But you know what? A better reminder of how much He loves me – and us all- are the scars on the hands and feet of the one I call my Savior. I have no doubt in my mind that God could have erased those scars after Jesus rose from the dead and ascended to heaven. But in Luke 24, verses 37-39, we see why He didn’t; it was so that His disciples might know Him.
“They were startled and frightened, thinking they saw a ghost. He said to them, “Why are you troubled, and why do doubts rise in your minds? Look at my hands and my feet. It is I myself! Touch me and see; a ghost does not have flesh and bones, as you see I have.”
Luke 24:37-39 NIV
Those are the most beautiful scars in the world, and as I consider them, and mine, I am convinced again that we are so blessed to be loved by an awesome God; He still does miracles!