every scar tells a story.
yes they do.
we all have scars.
some are visible to others and some are not.
some inflicted on us by others.
regardless - they are there.
telling a story.
i have been thinking about the One with scars on His wrists/hands/feet/side.
the only One who will have scars in an otherwise perfect place.
they tell a story.
& yet - those scars say so much more than a story.
they declare my scars forgiven.
they declare me as His.
they declare i am beloved.
they declare one day my tears will all be wiped away.
they declare there is indeed hope even when i do not believe it & am hopeless.
they declare He holds onto me when i let go.
those scars cover mine.
they cover yours.
my christmas was not holly jolly.
because of the darkness i pondered this.
a babe born to die & rise.
scarred for me.
and one day i will see them.
and mine will be gone...
if that doesn't call for a broken hallelujah i don't know what does.