Scars

I sit there looking at the back of my legs only to see the scars that will forever cover them. As I brush the tips of my fingers over them, I'm reminded of a summer filled with hardship, growth, tears, love, fear, joy, and obedience. The memories and thoughts that run through my head put me in a state of stillness and I begin to daydream. Each scar, for there are many, remind me of individuals that I've met, things that I've learned, and vivid moments that occurred. Though the biggest scar of all represents the God, my Father, who carried me through every step and by His hand healed each and every wound. I'm thankful to know that through these scars God has changed a life forever. Although many would say how they hate a scar they have, I have learned that where no scar lies, the wound hasn't yet healed.

Thank you Father. Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. :)

"But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed." Isaiah 53:5