I bought myself a Writer’s Journal that has a daily prompt. January 8th’s was about scars. “Every scar tells a story. Write the story of a scar you know well.”
April 25, 1991
Mike and I had been married for almost three years and I had graduated in December from WSU with a Vocal Performance degree. I was thoroughly enjoying my first semester of no school in 17 years. I’d committed to jogging on the treadmill in our basement daily, so my 23rd birthday was no exception. I’d just turned it on when Mike came downstairs to say goodbye before work. Somehow I misstepped and fell as the treadmill unforgivingly dumped me to the end. I was dazed and didn’t realize the back of my right hand was being rubbed off by the friction of the moving rubber belt. Mike quickly raced to my side, pushed me from the treadmill and turned it off. It was painful and I still have the scar as you can see from the photo, but I feel joy and gratitude when I look at it because I didn’t realize I was pregnant with our firstborn at the time of the fall. I could have fallen on my stomach and possibly miscarried, which would mean we wouldn’t have had Dillon who is a daily source of joy as a son and a friend, and we wouldn’t have our precious grandsons, Dillon and Sam’s boys, Theo and James. I’m so thankful my hand took the hit, and that Mike just happened to come downstairs at that exact moment. This scar is a reminder of how grateful I am for Dillon’s safety before I even knew he existed. Though Mike and I had no idea we were going to be parents, God knew, and had plans for His son, Dillon Michael Noller. We continue to be blessed by his life every day.
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.”
Psalm 139:13-16 NIV