Yep. Lots of them. There is a story behind each one and some stories I am not so proud of. It's funny because I look at each one [there are two I have had since being a baby that I have no idea how I got] but think about each of the situations I was in when I got them. My favorite, of course, is the putty knife vs my leg. The putty knife won and each time I look at my leg, I have to laugh at how that happened. I used to be ashamed of the scars I have and thought they were ugly because what is beautiful about a scar? Well, the story behind it. The trials that have been overcome. The fears faced. The results of depression.
God has brought me through a lot. Through each and every scar, whether I knew it [or Him] or not, he was there with me. Funny how if I would have known Him fully or just went to Him when needed, how some of these scars would not exist. Weird... the kind of peace knowing Him can bring and relying fully on what he can and will do if we as people are just willing to give it over to God. Crazy... who woulda thunk it. [Yes, I know that is not proper English.]
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