Last night I had one of "those" moments. I stood in front of my mirror staring at the seven and a half inch line going down me, wishing, hoping it would go away. It was staring me in the face, almost mocking me saying it would be there forever... whether I liked it or not. It will be there when I get married, when I have children, when I am 90 years old... it will still be there. I stood there wondering why I was feeling these feelings I hadn't felt for months; I thought I was over this, it would never be a problem again.
Then I realized something, again. This scar, this line is not a punishment but a sign of God's grace. All seven and a half inches stand for his grace, everything I went through, everything he brought me through.
I need to stop, realize, and praise God for his goodness and grace daily, not just when I think about it or he has to remind me; he should never have to remind me. But maybe, just maybe that is why God gives us scars, so we can be reminded of all he has brought us through.