He was a friendly little kitten and at first glance, he looked like a normal, orange tabby. He was meowing in the parking lot. A big tomcat was approaching him so me…being me…got out of the car and picked the kitten up. The first thing I noticed was the huge scar on his neck and upon closer inspection I fought back tears as it wasn’t an animal marking, it was a knife wound. Still, he purred and cuddled like nothing had happened. He was seemingly unaffected by his past trauma. As I got to know him better, the visible signs of abuse were evident. His eye looked abnormal, whiskers had been burned and cut, and two more deep gashes on his sides were prominent. This kitty had been through some stuff, yet he was still loving and affectionate. How in the world could this baby critter (vet said he was no more than 4 months old) still be trusting to any human hands? I was amazed.
Ellis reminds me of us. Some have wounds that are visible and when we see them we find them repulsive and sad while their owners, because they’ve become a reminder of their survival, think nothing of them. I’ve met so many courageous people who’ve been through unspeakable things who bear their marks as evidence of our God who freed them and flipped their horror into absolute healing.
Oh that we would believe to be an Ellis. God can do it.
He can turn our ugly scars into most beautiful reminders of what He’s done for us. More importantly through the healing He renders, we can cultivate a deeper relationship with Him discovering who He truly is. You can trust Him. Will you?