"Some people see scars, and it is wounding they remember. To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing." --Linda Hogan
Last August I found myself in a situation where I needed to have emergency surgery.
I'd gotten a bacteria infection so intense that it required a major surgical procedure to remove the tumor. The doctor told me there was a chance I could have cancer. A couple hours in the operating room and a of inches of an incision later, the nightmare was over. Three days later I learned that I did not have cancer. I am happy to say that I have fully recovered and feel great now, if not better.
But there is one thing that lingers because of the whole ordeal and that is a large scar.
I see it every day when I dress, when I shower. It's a reminder of the horror that was August 23, 2013.
ThoughI thought I wouldn't care if I had a scar, the more I looked at it in the months following the surgery, the more I hated it.
Such was a reminder to me of an ugly and unexplainable chapter in my story. "Why really do I have to look at it EVERY day?" I protested to Kevin one night.
My problem solving husband replied, "Well do something about it!"
The next day, I went to a drug store in search of scar removal creams. I talked to the pharmanist and picked out what I thought was the best one. I began using it faithfully twice a day.
But while doing research for a sermon one afternoon, I ran across the Hogan quote:
"Some people see scars, and it is wounding they remember. To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing." --Linda Hogan
Such wisdom went against everything I'd ever thought or heard about scars.
So, then maybe my perspective needed to be altered.
What if I looked at the scar and remembered how much better I felt because of the surgery?
What if I said a prayer of thanksgiving for the doctor who diagnosed me and took care of me?
What I remembered the healing both physical and spiritual that took place in me from this ordeal?
Such was a much more helpful train of thought. Being healed, you see, is something to be celebrated, not covered up!
The human body is quite amazing, isn't it? And the surgery I had last August probably won't be the last one I have! Our body truly wants to get well and stay well but sometimes in the process scars remain.
Join me today in thanking God for healing . . . thanking God for second chances at life . . . and thanking God for the fact that even in our darkest hour we can get better and have marks to remember how far we've come!