Ironing our clothes I can perfectly understand but why do we feel we
need to correct, reverse, or conceal other parts of ourselves? I have a large horseshoe shaped scar on my
left forearm from a surgery three years ago.
Once the bandages came off I wore long sleeves to cover it up. I didn’t want to see it or talk about the
reason for its existence – that nasty six letter word: CANCER.
With time, it has faded some, but now, instead of hiding my
scar from the world, I proudly display it.
Why? Because it’s a reminder that
I survived, it’s a reminder that God is not done with me yet. And that my friends, is something to
celebrate.
So you have crinkles around your eyes, laugh lines around
your mouth, wrinkles under your chin, and stretch marks across your abdomen, or
scars here and there left from various instances over the course of your life. Each mark, each scar, each wrinkle is to be
celebrated and cherished. You survived
each and every one and all carry an accounting behind them. Don’t hide them; they are testaments
of the life you’ve lived thus far. They
tell the specific story of you. They may not be beautiful by the world's standard of beauty but they are yours, part of your life's survival story, and something to be proud of.
Move forward and let the younger folks worry about
wrinkles. For you and I, let’s celebrate
each and every one. Life is messy, even
with an iron in your hand. Be proud to
show off your scars for you are a survivor, you are loved, and God isn’t through
with you yet.
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