Scars.

I want to talk about a song tonight.  If you scroll to the bottom of this post, you’ll be able to read the lyrics and listen to the song/watch the video.

But for now, let’s talk about this word (which happens to be the title of the song).

Scars.

Do you have any?  I sure do.  I’ve got a scar on my hand from where I was working out one day and actually hit my hand with my own fingernail and ripped a chunk of flesh out of my hand.  I’ve got another one on my leg from my sweet, sweet pupper.  And a small one on my forehead from trying to cram a car door through my eyeball.  Luckily, I was unsuccessful.

I’ve got some other scars too though.  I have the scars of a heart that’s been broken, a heart that has been grieved, a heart that has seen tough days and dark nights.  If I’m being completely honest with you, and I see no reason not to be, I find myself quite frequently wondering why it is that I have to live with so many scars in my life.  But truth be told…I wouldn’t trade them for anything.

That’s where the song comes in.

I love this band.  And I love this song.  But when it came on Spotify shuffle today, it kind of hit me out of nowhere.  The thing that hit me most was the overwhelming sense of…yes.

Everything in my life, in your life that is now a scar, was once an open wound.  And that wound hurt.  It cut you deep and it cut you to the quick, although the wounding itself was not quick.  And I absolutely hated the wounding.  And when I first was left staring at the scar on my hand or my leg or my heart…I hated it.  It was a reminder that I am forever marred and marked by the things that have happened to me.

Enter Jesus.

Because when we reach that point of the pain and the scaring and the woundedness, we have nowhere to go but the open arms of Jesus.  In my own power, I can’t survive it, I’m going to at least lose my mind if I don’t lose my life.  But Jesus’ wounds, His scars cover mine.  He wraps me in His arms and holds me so tight that His wounds cover my own.

By the way, Jesus also hates the wounding.  Remember that God’s plan was a perfect union with Him in a beautiful garden.  He hates seeing you hurt.  He hates seeing you scarred.  He hates it so much that He faced it Himself so He could comfort you that much better when you face it.

So take three minutes and 58 seconds today to be thankful for your scars.  That’s the length of this song.  Listen to it, feel it in your bones, your heart, and your scars.  Remember that the King of Kings looks at you and sees you as the beautiful and precious son or daughter that you are.

He counts your tears…and He knows your scars.

Scars
I Am They

Waking up to a new sunrise
Looking back from the other side
I can see now with open eyes
Darkest water and deepest pain
I wouldn’t trade it for anything
‘Cause my brokenness brought me to You
And these wounds are a story You’ll use
So I’m thankful for the scars
‘Cause without them I wouldn’t know Your heart
And I know they’ll always tell of who You are
So forever I am thankful for the scars
Now I’m standing in confidence
With the strength of Your faithfulness
And I’m not who I was before
No, I don’t have to fear anymore
So I’m thankful for the scars
‘Cause without them I wouldn’t know Your heart
And I know they’ll always tell of who You are
So forever I am thankful for the scars
I can see, I can see
How You delivered me
In Your hands, In Your feet
I found my victory
I can see, I can see
How You delivered me
In Your hands, In Your feet
I found my victory
I’m thankful for Your scars
‘Cause without them I wouldn’t know Your heart
And with my life I’ll tell of who You are
So forever I am thankful

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