Every Scar has a story

Scars represent a wrinkle in time in which a person's life changed forever.  And they serve as a permanent reminder of an incident that in one way or another has made a lasting impression on one's life. So what is a scar?  Is it a mark that is left by a wound, sore or burn that has now healed?  Or is it a lasting effect of something that emotionally happened to you?  Everyone has faced having a scar, and we all have different definitions for what a scar is.  Everyone is not the same, so every scar is not going to be the same, they all have their own individual story. Each scar represents a moment in time or a passage of time when something happened to us or through us that we will never forget.  


So take a moment and look at yourself, and see your scars on the outside and inside.  Do you remember the story of how you got that scar, or where it came from?  Every scar has a story of their own.  


I personally have been thinking more about the physically scars.  Children that are young are proud of their skinned up knees and elbows when they were sliding into home plate, or trying to be like their big sibling, or something along those lines.  And then as we get older, scars seem to be something more that we have to hide, like they are not important.  

Kayleigh and I.
Who knows what we were into that day!

When I was about 6 or 7 years old, I spent my summers at my best friend Kayleigh's  house and let me tell you we got into everything.  She was just mastering riding her bike down the carport hill and turning down to where the basement was.  Of course, if she could do it, I knew I could do it.  Well I thought wrong, I went down the hill from the carport, and then I went down the grassy hill toward the road.  The  bike and me hitting everything on the ground including a rock and coming close to hitting the barbwire fence at the bottom.  I earned a lovely scar on my knee that day(more than likely many others)! But as I got older, the knee scar was the only one that stayed around. In my younger years, I was very proud of that scar and told people all the time, now it is fading, but when I see it, it reminds me of those days!

My mother revealed a picture to me,
after my first surgery.

While there are scars that are fun and we can go back and laugh at, there are also scars that have saved ones life.  For myself, I have two scars that are linked hand in hand.  Having Hydrocephalus, and having a VP shunt, I have two scars.  One is on the right side of my head  behind my ear and one that is now above my belly button.  The VP shunt ( a tubing with pressure sensitive valves in my head) runs from the right side of my head, down through my neck and ending in the abdominal cavity.  5 of my surgeries took place when I was a baby and a toddler, but when I was 10 I had a revision because I was getting taller and needed more tubing.  I was lucky to have all my incisions done on the same one all six times.  My mother will share the story that when I was a baby with my belly scar, was down along my bikini line--well now it is no where near it.  It is actually above my belly button.  It moved a good 3 or 4 inches :o.  After my surgery when I was 10, I often wanted to hide my scare when I was wearing a bathing suit.  Also when I surgery when I was 10, a part of my head had to be shaved, and you could sometimes tell. I didn't want my friends to stare at the incision that I had, and better yet I did not want them to be asking questions. I eventually came to a conclusion, that that scar on my belly saved my life. If it wasn't for the scar on my belly I would be here. Also when I surgery when I was 10, a part of my head had to be shaved, and you could sometimes tell.   And instantly I became proud of my scar. 

Turn your scars into stars.

 This is so true. 

 They do not have to be stars that are shared, 

but are to be stars in your life.

These are just two stories from one person about scars.  You do not have to share your stories about your own scars, but remember them and let  those scars make you who you are.  Everything that happens to us, emotional scars or rejoices, physical scars or rejoices all make us who we are.  God loves us and all of our beautiful scars.


Dear God, 
I sure do love you, you are amazing. While sometimes we look at our scars as something bad, help us remember that the scars make us who we are.  Lord you are amazing, and tonight I would pray from a friend that had surgery and will be blessed with a scar. I also know many people that have many scars, and help them see that that scar has its own story, and no one else has a story like that.  In your heavenly name I pray, Amen.