I’m thankful for my scars. I bear many scars on my body, my soul and many other areas of my life. Scars from birth, pain and sickness, they tell a story all their own. Even my family bears scars of misunderstandings, miscommunications, and misconceptions. Where wounds and bleeding once occurred a healing has taken place and now only scar tissue remains. Many families today bear scars of divorce, abandonment and mixtures that didn’t quite blend.
Yesterdays memories remain intact while love continues to abide. Whether body, soul or even family units; we all have scars. Simple reminders of what once hurt, some speak of loss while others proclaim chapters of life changed.
I’m thankful for the scars on my life, for they are evidence of the testimony of my Saviour’s healing. They also speak of the grossness that sin and darkness cause.
Yeshua bears scars Himself, His scars make my scars beauty marks of a life lived on the battlefield of good and evil. Jesus Messiah’s body speaks, look here my hands, my side, my feet; while my life speaks look here the victory that replaced the defeat.
He gives beauty for ashes, joy for mourning and where scars run like threads in various areas throughout my life, I praise God for my scars are beauty marks evidence of the Glory of God still at work amongst a fallen world. I’m thankful for my scars. Most of all I am thankful for the scars of Jesus Christ that declare His Love and Victory.
Psalm 35, a Psalm of David
The Lord the Avenger of His People
Plead my cause, O Lord, with those who strive with me;
Fight against those who fight against me.
Take hold of shield and buckler,
And stand up for my help.
Also draw out the spear,
And stop those who pursue me.
Say to my soul,
“I am your salvation.”
The Lord; my Salvation
Let those be put to shame and brought to dishonor
Who seek after my life;
Let those be turned back and brought to confusion
Who plot my hurt.
Let them be like chaff before the wind,
And let the angel of the Lord chase them.
Let their way be dark and slippery,
And let the angel of the Lord pursue them.
For without cause they have hidden their net for me in a pit,
Which they have dug without cause for my life.
Let destruction come upon him unexpectedly,
And let his net that he has hidden catch himself;
Into that very destruction let him fall.
And my soul shall be joyful in the Lord;
It shall rejoice in His salvation.
The Lord; my Deliverer
All my bones shall say,
“Lord, who is like You,
Delivering the poor from him who is too strong for him,
Yes, the poor and the needy from him who plunders him?”
Fierce witnesses rise up;
They ask me things that I do not know.
They reward me evil for good,
To the sorrow of my soul.
But as for me, when they were sick,
My clothing was sackcloth;
I humbled myself with fasting;
And my prayer would return to my own heart.
I paced about as though he were my friend or brother;
I bowed down heavily, as one who mourns for his mother.
But in my adversity they rejoiced
And gathered together;
Attackers gathered against me,
And I did not know it;
They tore at me and did not cease;
With ungodly mockers at feasts
They gnashed at me with their teeth.
The Lord; my Rescuer
Lord, how long will You look on?
Rescue me from their destructions,
My precious life from the lions.
I will give You thanks in the great assembly;
I will praise You among many people.
Let them not rejoice over me who are wrongfully my enemies;
Nor let them wink with the eye who hate me without a cause.
For they do not speak peace,
But they devise deceitful matters
Against the quiet ones in the land.
They also opened their mouth wide against me,
And said, “Aha, aha!
Our eyes have seen it.”
This You have seen, O Lord;
Do not keep silence.
O Lord, do not be far from me.
Stir up Yourself, and awake to my vindication,
To my cause, my God and my Lord.
The Lord; my Vindicator
Vindicate me, O Lord my God, according to Your righteousness;
And let them not rejoice over me.
Let them not say in their hearts, “Ah, so we would have it!”
Let them not say, “We have swallowed him up.”
Let them be ashamed and brought to mutual confusion
Who rejoice at my hurt;
Let them be clothed with shame and dishonor
Who exalt themselves against me.
Let them shout for joy and be glad,
Who favor my righteous cause;
And let them say continually,
“Let the Lord be magnified,
Who has pleasure in the prosperity of His servant.”
And my tongue shall speak of Your righteousness
And of Your praise all the day long.
The Avenger of His people; though we bears scars, as does He, we display evidence of our testimony. When healing comes, yet fragments remain we learn to wear our scars as beauty marks that proclaim of His Victory, the One, the Lord who Avenges me.
We fight from not for a place of Victory, because of the scars of Calvary. Take this sword and wield in strength, for the promises are sure and His Love bought Victory.