I have a scar on my arm. My right arm. I don’t really know what happened. But apparently,recently as I drive along, my left hand loves to jump over to visit my scar. My scar doesn’t like company. And especially not touch. It gets all red and irritated. It is not comfortable with its visitor. By the time I realized that we had a little visitation issue-my neat little scar became quite inflamed and ugly and I thought ” dear me-I’m gonna need to wear a bandaid to hide this until it calms down…” And then I laughed-hide my scar from what? My hand I guess…

But the truth is. My heart has scars. Things that happened way back in the past. It healed up ok, but occasionally it gets a visitor who places cold harsh fingers on my scar and in a mocking voice says “Remember? It really is true. They really do think that of you. You really are worthless. Remember?” And even though it was way back when and things are all forgotten-my scar bristles at the memory and I hurt all over again…I need that bandaid to hide the pain…

Then Jesus comes like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day and He wraps me and my hurting heart up in his gentle arms and says “Place your hand in my side, Daughter… See the holes in my hands…I took this for you… Just so we could have this relationship… Your scars are painful. I know-But it’s ok. It draws you to me.”

” But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” 2 Cor 12:9

Heal the wound, but leave the scar-a reminder of how merciful You are…