I’ve been having a lot of flashbacks lately, and I want to tell you about one.
I remember running in the playground behind my school and seeing this group of kids huddled around someone on the ground. My curiosity ran towards them and saw that they were all surrounding one of our classmates who had hit his head on the goal as he scored a header. He has blood on the side of his eye. The nurses came and checked on him. Quickly put a bandage over his eye and congratulated him on such a beautiful goal.
For the next week, all we talked about was how Carlos scored that goal. He did not hate the attention and loved talking about this scar by his eye.
He was proud of his goal.
So many times I find myself ashamed of what my heart has gone through, ways that I’ve hurt others, or ways that I’ve been disappointed. I cary these scars and the enemy wants to grab my attention and only allow me to focus on the hurt… how this was once a wound and how it will always remain a wound.
God isn’t scared of our wounds. He quickly puts a bandage over them, looks us in the eye and congratulates us for trusting that He can heal us. If these scars are going to remind me of anything, let them remind me of His hand in my life. How He was bigger than that sin or hurt.
Let me be proud of the healing process. Let me see trials as holes that only God can fill. Let me find joy in being mended.
If only we would still see scars the way we used to. Maybe then we would feel more like heroes, rather than casualties.
Conquerors, rather than victims.
Romans 8:37-39
“we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
