Christ carries us on the palms of his hands, and on his feet. These, are sacred scars. We just had Stake Confrence thise week and the Stake President made a comparison that changed my way of thinking. He spoke of Christ and the scars that he carries, to remind each of us, of the sacrifice that HE made for us. Then he spoke of how in this day in age we are so concerned with how we look that some of the more important things go unnoticed. We want to change things that maybe we should actually be proud of. We want to erase things, sacred scars, that we could hold dear instead. He then compared Mothers and the sacred scars they carry on their belly's, to that of Christ. We carry these sweet children in out belly's and sometimes they sign thier names across our belly's with red lines that most of the world would consider ugly. But they are sacred. Stretch marks. They are the battle scars that our bodies waged as we grew the precious bodies that would hold these fabulous little spirits. Truly SACRED scars.
I hated my stretch marks right after I had Gavin. They were so ugly and red and obvious. But then when I gave my sweet Gavin back, they became something so diffrent. They became evidence that he was real, that he lived, that he loved me, and that at one point we were so close, we were literally one. He in me. One. Those stretch marks became his everlasting letter to me. "Mom, I love you. Thank you for bringing me here. Together for Eternity. GAVIN". And when the Stake President made that comparison, I guess it confirmed what I already felt. These are sacred Scars. Scars that I treasure. Thank you Gavin, for leaving a little "love you" note behind.
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Wow, that is awesome! I, also, love that comparison. The scars are so worth the preciousness of having such sweet little children!
Michelle, I LOVE that post! I think I might copy and paste it into mine if you don't mind. I don't even know if you will see this comment because it's not a current post, but I just had to comment and tell you that I loved that thought! I'm self conscience of my belly, and I am always telling Jon Mark that someday I want a tummy tuck. You may have just changed my mind. How special for you to have that "love note" from Gavin. What a great way of looking at it!
Thanks for sharing that, I really needed this entry.
Thanks for sharing that. I have thought that about my stretch marks too, but I have changed my thinking too. Much more fun to call them love marks.
I actually always called them my "stripes." In the military, the more stripes you have, the higher your ranking. I figure that I have enough stripes to have God-status. Sorry if my sense of humor is kind of odd, but I just have never really been too concerned with them. Now the flabby skin, on the other hand... well, I am glad that your Stake President helped you confirm that it is true that we go through very real, physical sacrifices to give life to others. That is one way we mothers really are very much like our Savior. He physically sacrificed for our eternal life, and we physically sacrifice to give them mortal life. Thanks for posting about what you've learned!
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