Scars vs. Bruises

When I was 9 years old, I had a pretty traumatic bike fall. (If we are being honest, I still have pretty traumatic bike falls today.) But this particular fall tells a pretty sweet story. I was riding my bike in my grandparents’ super cool concrete backyard when I made a sharp turn, causing me to fall, and my bike’s handlebar to jab me right in the middle of my chest. Long story short, the accident left a huge dent in the middle of my chest, but after spending hours in the ER, it was determined that there were no broken bones, just some bruising. It still hurt like it was broken though. I had to do everything with caution, and my grandma banned us from riding bikes for a while. I remember my cousin and sister being so mad at me. Like I totally meant to nearly kill myself. Over time my chest healed, and we were eventually allowed back on our bikes. But there was a pretty nasty circle shaped scar in the middle of my still slightly dented chest, and if you look close enough, (which you shouldn’t) you can still see that scar today, some 11 years later.

I love getting to tell that story. Can you imagine the faces I get when I'm all “Dude, my chest literally caved in!” What is so cool and blog post worthy about it, is that even though I definitely felt broken, I wasn’t. While the bruising hurt like hell, it soon faded, but the scar remained. That’s the thing that makes scars and bruises so different. Bruises may hurt and they may be ugly, but they eventually go away. Scars on the other  hand, they remain, as they tell a sweet story of victory.

I never understood why after rising from the dead, the scars on Jesus’ hands and feet remained. Like you are Jesus! You literally just rose from the dead, and you couldn’t fix the holes in your hands?!?!?

“So the other disciples told him, "We have seen the Lord." But he replied, "Unless I see the nail marks in His hands, and put my finger where the nails have been, and put my hand into His side, I will never believe. A week later his disciples were in the house again, and Thomas was with them. Though the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, "Peace be with you!”  Then he said to Thomas, "Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.” | John 20:25-27

Those scars didn't remain for His sake, but for our own.

Our past hurts, experiences, and sin, they are no longer bruises, but scars, scars that say “I survived.” Yeah, they don't paint the prettiest of pictures, and that is okay. Its okay to not have enjoyed the whole process of getting the scar,  (to be honest, that’d be kinda weird if you did. ) but it shouldn't be something that continues to hurt you. Remember, its a scar, which means that wound has healed.

Jesus’ wounds are much like the nails that pinned Him to the cross. They represented the enemy's false triumph, the moment he THOUGHT he won. The scars though, the represent victory, Jesus defeating death. 

What were the nails in your life? What hurt, mistake, loss had you pinned down in defeat? And what story do your scars now tell? Or maybe you’ve still got some nails in your hands. Can you imagine the story that scar is gonna tell some day?!?!

“But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.” | Isaiah 53 : 5

Love Always,

Destinee Nicole