The story of the scar on my face

I was watching a video of myself yesterday when I saw it. The scar on my right cheek. I literally paused the video. How did I forget that I have a scar on my face? 🤣

I touched it immediately and thought, it’s still very much there. Oh chaley!! Abba really did a work in me because… whew.

What’s wild isn’t even the scar itself. It’s the fact that I forgot about it. Because there was a time when that scar felt bigger than my entire face. If someone looked at me for too long, I didn’t think they were admiring me; I thought they were staring at it.

And the question “What happened to your right cheek?” ah. That question used to do something to me. Some people were probably just being curious, but every time I had to explain it, it felt tedious.

I tried to minimize it. Creams. Oils. Honey. Lol. Random recommendations from people who “knew something that works.” I would check it in the mirror constantly. There were days I thought it would disqualify me from, well, things….

But somewhere along the journey, God started doing a deeper work in me, and slowly, I began to accept it. Without even realizing it, I stopped obsessing over it. I stopped checking if it was fading. I stopped calculating how to position my face in pictures. And like a treasure box, the memory was stuck away somewhere. Well, until yesterday. That video showed it clearly, and this time, instead of weariness, I felt gratitude.The fact that I forgot I had a scar says more about my healing than the scar itself. God completely erased the insecurity attached to it.

Here are my thoughts…

As humans, our pain leaves evidence that it was "here," but you know you are truly transformed when you look at the evidence and the pain once attached to it no longer exists. Mulling over this, I realized what I was feeling may be how God feels or what he actually means when he says, "I—yes, I alone will blot out your sins for my own sake and will never think of them again.” Isaiah 43:25

When you surrender to him, he doesn’t just change your circumstances; he changes your perspective. He rewrites the narrative in your mind. He makes something that once embarrassed you become something that you laugh about. And honestly? It’s the best feeling ever. 

So if you have a scar that’s made you feel trapped, physically or otherwise, maybe this is your nudge to hand it over completely. He’s the only one who can, without diluting anything, turn your lemon into lemonade. A human might add too much water and spoil the taste, lol. (You get the idea.)

Say this prayer:

Dearest Abba,

I am grateful for Your love. Today, I am reminded that You are able to set servants as princes, turn dark things into beautiful things, and that nothing is impossible with You. Today, I surrender my scars. I surrender (name it) to You.

I give it to You completely. Take it, turn it, and use it for Your glory. I lay it down, and I leave it there. I am not picking it back up.

With eyes of faith, I believe You are turning things around. I trust You, and I surrender completely...

In Jesus’ name, Amen.

Great grace to you.