Scars...and Scarred Hands

Sometimes the scars in my life seem overwhelming. They remind me of pain, losses, sadness, uncertainties....and regrets. I often wonder how many scars one person should have in a lifetime.  Just when it is apparent that I have more scars than should be allowed, I notice hands reaching down to pick me up. Interesting....those hands are not without scars. They are gentle yet strong, loving yet labored and compassionate....yet crucified. He reminds me that because of His scars, there is hope for mine. I am thankful that He turns messes into messages, tests into testimonies and trials into triumphs. May the scars I carry become part of the story He continues to write in my life.♥~thl