“Do those scars cover the whole of you, like the stars and the moons on your dress? I thought that would be pretty too, and I ask you right here please to agree with me that a scar is never ugly. That is what the scar makers want us to think. But you and I, we must make an agreement to defy them. We must see all scars as beauty. Okay? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.” ~
My daughter, Emma Rose played basketball for three years at Jinks Middle School in Panama City, FL. Those years were some of the best as her dad and I attended her games, both home and away. She was a natural. A true warrior on the court, winning MVP her final year.
Little did we know that her toughest fight was yet to come. But like her determination on the court, she was determined to beat cancer as well. With God’s help, she did, her warrior heart rising to the test and beating strong.
When we first saw the images of the Jinks MS gym after Hurricane Michael, we were saddened. So many memories in that place. So many lessons learned and victories won. It was hard to look at and heartbreaking when we did.
Yet, then I was reminded, that like my daughter who had played there and fought the battle of her young life to defeat the disease that had weakened her, bearing her new scars with pride that she was alive to wear them, our town, our homes, and this broken gymnasium are no different.
We have been ravaged by a force beyond our control. We and the landscape around us bear scars that have altered us forever. But, like the warriors we are, with God’s help, we will prevail. Along the way, we’ll extend our hands to those less fortunate, use our hands to rebuild and renew, and raise our hands in grateful praise to our God who has never left our sides.
Scars, after all, are a mark of survival. #850strong
©️ 2018 Jennifer Nelson Fenwick