Marks of Grace

Scars.  Most of us have them.  Most of us wish them away.  They are typically a result of pain, perhaps an accident or maybe a planned medical procedure.  Some are minor and appear only for a short time, while others linger for a lifetime, even if they do fade to some extent.  They are typically an unpleasant reminder of a traumatic experience or an unexpected health issue; and they come in all shapes and sizes.  I have learned a lot about scars over the last couple of years as Noelle has added to her “collection.”  They can grow.  I had no idea that the tiniest of needles and pricks could leave scars that would turn into discernible marks as time passed and Noelle increased in size.  They certainly are not what one would call pretty; but God had graciously begun to develop my perspective on scars, long before we ever walked this path with our sweet girl.


~Thankful for the scar that allowed the enjoyment of the Christmas season from a new position~

Several years ago, the daughter of some dear friends of ours had an accident with a dresser drawer that left a deep cut and required stitches just above her mouth.  She was very young, yet old enough to begin feeling self conscious about such things, especially since it was so prominent on her face through the healing process.  But I will never forget what her daddy told her during a moment in which she was struggling.

“It is a mark of God’s grace.” 

This phrase has stuck with me through the years that followed.  As her daddy gently guided her into a thankful spirit for how God had protected her {since an understanding of the full situation made one realize the consequences could have been much more dire}, he also urged a change in perspective of something that most would consider unsightly.  I cannot say that I had a particular outlook on scars prior to that encounter, but I was challenged in that moment to choose an unusual perspective on the scars which I did have; and when we began to experience scar after scar with Noelle, this lesson was always forefront in my mind.  I am grateful today that I have not regretted a single scar that she carries on her little body.  Yes, they signify pain and suffering to some degree, for scars do not happen without some measure of these types of experiences in our lives.  But truly they are precious to me; and each one signifies a battle, a fight won, another day of life so graciously granted to us.  So thank you, Andrew Scott, for the lived out lesson so many years ago.  It pointed to our Savior who bears the scars of all He has done for us.  It daily reminds me of the Gospel.


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4 Responses to Marks of Grace

  1. Jessica January 27, 2014 at 11:39 PM #

    what a beautiful post and picture of Noelle! she is beyond precious!

    • Jill March 11, 2014 at 11:23 PM #

      Thank you, Jessica!

  2. Glenda Davis January 28, 2014 at 5:45 AM #

    Thanks, Jill! That was beautifully written! I have received a couple of my own scars lately and your article made me think of Christ and the pain He carried and scars He still has for taking my place on the cross! Would love to see you all someday during one of our furloughs in the States.

    • Jill March 11, 2014 at 11:25 PM #

      We would love to see you as well!! Please let us know anytime you are back, and we will figure out the details :).

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