The Beauty of a Scar

Eight years ago I was in a car accident. When I was pulled out of the mangled vehicle, I didn’t realize I had an open cut until I saw blood running down my leg. It’s funny how something doesn’t hurt as bad until you see blood and an open wound. Then all of a sudden, the pain is unbearable.

I remember arriving at the hospital and hearing the doctor telling me that I needed stitches. I didn’t want stitches because I didn’t want anyone touching my wound and making it any more painful than it already was. So I was protective over my leg.

Can’t you just leave it and let it heal on its own?” I remember asking him.

He told me that he could, but it wouldn’t heal properly and it would remain open and look very ugly. I told him again that I didn’t want stitches. He paid me no mind and kept getting his tools ready.

I started to tell him about the pain in my ankle and how I thought I needed an X-ray to make sure nothing was broken. I was trying so hard to divert him away from my leg.

You’re able to walk so nothing is broken,” he said.

My back hurts, too,” I said, squirming in my seat.

His response: “I’ll deal with that after I sew up your leg.”

And with that, he began.

The most painful part of the procedure was cleaning out the wound. There was sand, gravel and glass all mixed into the cut. It hurt so bad I cried. He kept apologizing and explaining to me that he had to get all the dirt out before he could sew up the wound.

After he was done, he injected the area around the wound to numb it. That hurt, too, but at least I knew there was relief coming soon. Finally, he stitched the wound and dressed it.

Many times in life, people and situations hurt us. Sometimes we are caught so off guard that we don’t even realize the extent of the damage done until we notice “the blood” in the form of fear and behaviors we never had before. Just like blood always flows away from a wound and taints anything in its way, emotional pain always flows into other areas of our lives.

It’s time to stop the bleeding and address the wound.

Often times, I’ve had some open wounds that I’ve wrestled with God to heal. I didn’t want Him to touch those areas because I didn’t want it to hurt more than it already did. I tried to delay the process by trying to divert His attention to another area that didn’t hurt as much. But He always knows what to deal with first.

The most pain comes when He’s cleaning out my wound. Carefully removing all the “dirt” that doesn’t belong there. Things that, if not removed, will cause more damage in the long run. It hurts, but its all part of the process.

Then He stitches things in place and protects that area of my life as it heals. And when it does heal, a scar remains.

What’s the beauty of a scar?

The beauty of a scar is that it is a wound that doesn’t hurt anymore.


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    Mary K

    Thank you for this piece, it really moved me! I was also in a horrible car accident 11 years ago and have lots of scars from the injury and surgeries. I was ashamed of them and used to try hide them, but no more. I also think scars are a reminder of what you’ve overcome, the inner strength we each have, and can help inspire others.

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      Vimbai E. Chikomo

      Hi Mary! I’m glad you have learned to love your scars. It can be a challenging journey but embracing our scars is far more rewarding than despising them! Thanks for sharing.

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