Your Scars Are Beautiful to God

I don’t remember much of my first few years. I have glimpses of a grandmother, who seemed eternally old.

“Peace be with you,” Jesus said.

Perhaps the most painful scars I bear are the ones you cannot see. You know the ones I’m talking about. We all have them. They are the scars on our hearts and in our souls. The scar of rejection from a father who didn’t know how to love me. The scar of growing up in a home riddled with alcohol and physical abuse. The scar of disappointment at the loss of a child. The scar of broken dreams.