"If it wasn't for..."

Friday is my favorite day of the week. Not only is the campus closed but I get to spend the whole day napping and catching up on my shows with my 5 month old niece. Unfortunately I couldn't keep her today as her mom stayed home.

As I was deep into the last season of  "Lost" on Netflix I got a text from my mom saying she was coming through town and wanted to stop by. Dang it! My mom has yet to see sweet Paisley and the one time I don't have her, she is in town! Oh well. Deciding that my appearance was too rough even for the woman who changed my diapers, I got up and took a quick shower before she came by.

We had a nice visit and as soon as she left my phone buzzed. It was Sarah (my PA) posting on facebook about our sewing class tomorrow. Shoot! I still havn't gotten any supplies for that. Thankful that I was already dressed due to my moms visit, I scrammed out the door to head into town and get what I needed for tomorrow.

While I was standing in line inside the fabric store a woman came walked in. I immediately took notice to how beautiful she was. Tall, blonde, and dressed to the tee! I noticed she kept looking at me. Feeling a little self conscious with my sweat pants and way overdue pedicure, I started fidgeting my clothes.

On my way out, she came out of no where and stopped me. "You're a survivor aren't you?" She asked me with a big smile. Confirming her suspicions she went on to say, "You can tell when you see one. I just noticed that there was something about you and then I saw your mark." She then pulled down the top part of her blouse revealing her matching scar. We finished up a tearful conversation and parted ways after I gave her my card with the blog website on it.

As I was headed back home I was thinking about my encounter with this woman. With the sound of the radio in the backdrop of my thoughts, I kept thinking about my scar. I stopped trying to hide it once it went from being an incision to a scar simply because it looks 100 times better than it did after my surgery. So it's not that noticeable to me, but it sure is to everyone else. I have so many people ask me about it. "Maybe I should try to cover this thing up." I though to myself, and then I tuned into the radio. It was a new song on Christian radio that I haven't heard yet and the words that were sung put my thoughts to a screeching halt. "And you wear your scars, Like they're who you are"

You can't make this up. The next set of lyrics put me into a full blown breakdown,

"Give Him your wounds, your bruised and broken pieces
All your questions, all your secrets
You don't have to hide who you are
You belong to someone greater
Than all your past mistakes and failures
Rested who He is
He knows how to make your pieces fit"

I mentioned in a recent post how my thoughts tend to spiral out of control and lead back to my cancer every single time. It happened again in that moment but it certainly was not in a negative sense like it has been every other time. I thought to myself: "I was in that store at the exact moment as that woman because my mom came when she did. That's caused me to get my lazy self off of the couch in the first place. I had to go get fabric which I wouldn't have been able to do if I was keeping Paisley today. I wouldn't be out shopping for fabric if I wasn't in this sewing class and I wouldn't be in this sewing class if I didn't know Sarah. And I wouldn't have known Sarah if I didn't have cancer."

It's days like this when I know God is who He says He is. Now I have a headache from all of those spinning thoughts! Here is the song that stopped me dead in my tracks today. And if it wasn't for this song, I probably wouldn't have written this post ;)

http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=meredith+andrews+pieces&FORM=VIRE1#view=detail&mid=93496E81B0EA3283335E93496E81B0EA3283335E