my scar, His Scars

In this time of Easter, I thought I would share a post I wrote originally in 2012. Praise Jesus for His life, His scars, His death, and His resurrection!

BARREN TO BLESSED

Hey scar on my belly, you do not represent me.  A doctor called you a “horror show” one time, but his words do not describe me.  You are long and just plain ugly, but you do not characterize me.

You are a visual reminder of the war waged on me in my youth, but you do not represent me.  You are simply flesh ripped apart and sewn back together by human hands.  You depict a battle for my life, but I won. You are just one part of my infertility, but not the most important.

You have been with me nearly as long as I can remember, but you do not define me.  I have been embarrassed of you.  I have wished you away.  You have reminded me of all of the pain I have been through, but you do not represent me.

Your outward appearance does not hint to the inward conflict…

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