I have a scar on my left leg, an accidental souvenir from a head-on car collision in 2009. After the accident, the insurance company offered to pay for plastic surgery, but I declined. I wanted to keep my scar. Here’s why:
I needed to remember what I’d been saved from. The scar was a part of my rescue story. When the doctors sewed up my leg, the stitched wound was in the shape of a Y. To me, the single letter stood for Yahweh. I felt as if I’d been marked by God’s first initial.
Every once in a while, I run my fingers along that scar, now fading.
The scar always reminds me to thank God for the rescue.
I have other scars, too. These are interior scars you can’t see, but if we sat down face-to-face, I’d tell you more. My voice might tremble when I told you about the stories behind the scars. I have been wounded by others. I have wounded myself. It all leaves a mark.
Do you have scars like that too?
Maybe your voice is trembling a little when you whisper: “Yes, I do.”
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