As we all chaotically sat down to eat, we heard the small yet strong voice announce, “Nou poco priye!” (“We haven’t prayed yet!”). Looking at each other we realized she was right…I then asked Micha to pray for us, since she was the one who voiced her concern.
She lowered her head, covered her eyes and began reciting Psalm 23.
As I sit here tonight looking up this scripture, my heart is once again overwhelmed at this little girls faith, her courage, her strength.
She recited this scripture boldly and confidently…
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
For you are with me;
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
My cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord, forever.”
Michaelle will never forget that she was once a slave. We still struggle with physical, emotional and mental scars daily…But we also know that God is in this. That her beauty and grace and joy are contagious because she has found freedom. Freedom in Christ. She will be a VOICE for this nation. A VOICE for freedom. A Voice for the voiceless. A Voice for Haiti.
Her scars will never be embarrassing memories of the past. In our house. Scars are not ugly marks, or fearful memories. In our house, our past scars are beautiful marks of our journey, it doesn’t mean we like them, but we are not ashamed. We are not afraid. We are not afraid of our pasts. We are not embarrassed of our insecurities.
Scars. They are Always with us. They leave a mark that won’t go away. But we have a choice. We can hold on to the hurt, pain, fear that caused the scar in the first place. We can keep that anger built up or growing inside—or we can do the opposite, we can remember and be changed. We can find strength from our past. We can find redemption and restoration in our heart and from our pain.
This doesn’t mean to forget. I would never ask or tell Michaelle to “forget” her past, to forget her pain. Instead I want to let her remember it- but not to remember it for the hurt it has caused but instead to remember it for compassion. Remember it for freedom. Remember it for a passionate and righteous anger.
Instead of letting our scars that remain be reminders of fear, bondage and anger. We have decided our scars are just our fuel- our fuel for being non-fearful in Christ, our fuel for righteous anger. Our fuel for passion. Our fuel to encourage our fight for others who are in the same situation.
Although we have typical 7 year old meltdowns and fits, we also have mature and honest conversations…last week when we had left over food, instead of it going to waste Michaelle expressed that she wanted to bring it to her old neighbors on Bellevue Mountain who are hungry. To “Ti-Blanc”, Diana, and all her friends that she remembers their pains. Their hunger cries.
Her “scars” now have turned into beautiful marks that are fueling her to FIGHT for these fatherless herself. To be a VOICE for the Voiceless, starting with the voiceless children SHE knows.
The scars that Michaelle has will and are CHANGING Gressier, Haiti.
4 thoughts on “Scars.”
thank you so much for sharing Miachaelle’s words, thoughts and growth…..I can truly attest to the fact that it is a choice, truly a choice, to hold on to the fear, anger and hurt of past scars or to take them and convert them to love and strength and compassion. Every single person on this earthly plane has a choice, every single day when they wake up to a new day again, the ability to actively choose each day what kind of person they are going to be….and to not choose, to remain passive, is also a choice….
Things happen to everyone in life…..it is not what has happened to you….it is always what you learn and take away from the things that happen to you that truly matter…
beauty from ashes. so thankful that God brought her to you. and so thankful that you share ya’lls journey. i love you.
Megan, I love this. All day I’ve been thinking of a way to create something (artistically or otherwise) that would represent the beauty in our scars and this entry captures that idea so perfectly. Thank you so much for sharing and even more for what you’re doing. I cannot even articulate how much I admire you. Much love.
Megan, I just came across Respire and all that you have started and are doing! OMG, I am just overwhelmed with joy for you! I cannot wait to keep reading and learning more about it and also praying for you.
Thank you for sharing this blog- it actually is very applicable to this time in my life. (I’m not sure if you know of what’s going on right now with my husband but you can read the story here; http://www.wesupportnaz.org)
I’ve never had a problem using the scars from my childhood to prompt me onto fearlessness, compassion, and seeking justice for the oppressed. But these recent scars, these new ones, created by my own country and it’s broken systems and hardened hearts, the people who throw words like firebrands and who know not (and care not) that the already-bruised heart that they are piercing is one that belongs to a child of God… these are the scars that tempt me to become bitter and angry, to become that defensive young girl all..over..again. Your post LITERALLY gave me revelation of what is taking place right now in my heart and how the decisions I make regarding how I perceive and use these scars will so strongly impact my future, my marriage, my relationships, and my ministry.
Thank you, Megan, and many many blessings to you and Respire!
ps. I have several friends with ministries in Haiti. Janet Dorrell from Mission Waco has been working in Haiti on behalf of Mission Waco for over 20 years. Also CoreLuv (coreluv.org) is a new ministry there, too. Love it!!