Stretch Marks and Scars
And the Beauty that Grows Beneath
I’m 36 weeks pregnant, down to those final, uncomfortable weeks. Eager to give Baby an eviction notice.
Last night, I was praying when a kick stretched the dry skin on my belly more than usual. My prayer about other areas of our lives became this:
Lord, you stretch us. You grow us.
Like a baby belly, we become dry and raw,
Yet we were made for this.
Somehow, we continue to stretch
beyond what we believed possible.
Growth happening inside
stretches skin outside.
Leaving scars as evidence.
Preparing for something.
Isn’t that the way he stretches us in our faith, too?