No one makes it through this life without scars. Not even Jesus.
I entered this world with multiple birth defects. I was missing my left leg, hip and kidney and had many other congenital problems all requiring 23 surgeries by the age of 13 . My body is crisscrossed with their incision marks. I wouldn’t be alive without them. These scars stand for healing that looked like incredible medical intervention.
Then there are the scars that can’t be seen. The betrayals, the disappointments, the losses, the abuse, the hard things of this fallen world that puncture our hearts and rip at our souls. Scarred stories of survival and strength to forgive and let the things meant to destroy us become the very things that make us most dangerous to darkness.