Tuesday, November 15, 2011

A Reason to Be Happy About the Scars

As a Christian, I expect God to protect me. Oh, I don't say it out loud, but my attitude declares it. Whenever something bad happens, my first response is, "Why, God? Why did You let this happen to me? What did I do wrong?"

See? I think if I do what I'm supposed to, my life should be cushy and care free. But God doesn't work that way. He tells us to take up our cross and follow Him. He says blessed are you when men persecute you. Sound like easy street?

“No wound? No scar?
Yet as the Master shall the servant be,
And pierced are the feet that follow Me;
But thine are whole. Can he have followed far
Who has no wound nor scar?”

Amy Carmichael

Jesus promised, "In this world you will have trouble." Don't we know it?! We will experience pain and heartache. Difficulties will be part of our existence. We can expect wounds and scars.

And we should be happy about them.

For those scars are visible reminders that Jesus has called us to walk closer with Him. In our trials, we have no where else to turn, so we look for Him. He says, "Come, my child. Look at Me, not the problem. Let Me show you real peace. Come." We're forced to look beyond what we can see to His greater good, His better plan. To Him.

Our scars are markers of His touch, never to be the same again. They are evidence of healing. They are daily reminders of His goodness. They speak to how He's delivered us. They proclaim His work.

I'll be happy about my scars, because I know how He's brought me through.

I am changed forever.

For the good.

Can you be happy about your scars?

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Denise said...

Amen, beautifully said.

Loni said...

I've often asked the same questions, and wondered why - or pleaded why.

Someday it won't matter, will it. ANd we will understand when we see Him face to face. Oh glory! :)

Cin said...

This reminds me of the Velveteen Rabbit and the Skin Horse. One of my favorite passages about scars. Wonderfully written, Tami.

All thru Him,