Epiphany

Yup, I had one...an epiphany...one of those...driving home from work today.
I woke up this morning with a puffy cheek and some jaw pain which still happens every once in a while, lingering aftermath of my last jaw surgery.  Anyways,  I occasionally, throughout the day bemoaned the fact that I have injuries and scars and, this might come as a shock, am not a perfect person (ok not really shocking at all).  As I was driving home I was wishing I was scar-less and as I went around a corner I had my epiphany moment.
My mind told me that Jesus has scars.  He has scars on his hands and his feet and his side and his back and probably some on his forehead from the crown of thorns.  He has scars and he doesn't complain.  I'm sure he doesn't like them but he has them and they are reminders of all that he did to save us.  His scars save us.  My scars are just ugly but...what if I didn't have my scars to keep me humble and grounded? Maybe without my scars and their physical/visual reminders of all the hard times and situations that caused them my faith wouldn't be as strong.  Maybe instead of looking at my scars as blemishes I should look at them as trophies. 

That scar on my forehead, that's when I learned to follow directions.
That scar on my neck, that's when I turned to God to take away my fears.
That scar on my back, that's when I trusted that God knew what he was doing - 'cause I didn't.
Those scars on my feet, that's when I repented for my stubborn ignorance and started giving up the wheel and letting God drive my life instead of me.
That scar in my side, that's when I grew through the pain and learned to lean on God for my strength.
Those scars in my mouth, that's when I learned to live day-bay-day, claiming His promises to see me through.

I still wish I didn't have them but I am thankful that I have grown from them, and the growing part I wouldn't change for anything in the world.