Scars

​Scars 
 
A few days ago, my grandson was with me. As we were sitting on the couch, he looked at my leg and said “Pops, what happen to your leg?” as he was pointed to a scar on my leg. As I looked down at this scar, it was like it was just yesterday. I picked him up and sat him on my lap and shared with him the story of how it happened. I shared with him that my brother and I were throwing the baseball in the yard and when my brother threw it to me, I missed it. The ball went all the way out into the cow pasture that was behind our house.  To get to the baseball I had to climb this old, tall fence. When I made it the top, my foot slipped off the fence post and my leg slid down the barbwire opening my leg with a 6-inch cut. 
 
As I continued this story, I shared with him that my Dad told my brother and me not to climb the fence because he didn’t want us to get hurt. Then he looked at me and said pops you’re like me you don’t always listen. I laughed and said your right buddy I don’t. 
 
Don’t we all have scars where we had to learn the hard way? We all have internal scars that we either learned from or are learning from. Let’s think of the scars that teach us the most. What about the scars on the hands and feet of Jesus? Yes, I have scars from things I have done and pain that I have caused but think of His scars and what they have delivered from it.  Shouldn’t we be thankful of His scars, because without them we wouldn’t know the heart of our Farther.