All scars tell a story, stories of wounds suffered. Some of them outside, some inside. Our own scars tell the story of our lives, but there are scars that tell a very different story. A story that begins and ends with Love.
God made the ultimate sacrifice. His precious Son died in our place, to forgive our sin, to heal our wounds. Three days later, Jesus took up His life in a magnificent resurrected body, perfect in every way, except one: His scars remained. The marks of the sacrifice made to return us to our Father. (Scars, by Dan Stevers)
