Scars

Looking at my hands and I see scars from the past. I remember how each scar came to be. The earliest one is from when I was about four years old. I was getting in the 48 Ford and struggling to shut the front passenger door. Put my left hand up on the frame and succeeded in slamming the door on my thumb. Smashed it up pretty good. 

Mom rushed me to Doc Edington and I remember he had a fluoroscope type Xray machine to look at my thumb. Wrapped up my thumb with some ointment and went home. I'll never forget the stench when it started to heal. Lost the thumbnail but it grew back. Thumb does not match the thumb on my right hand but it functions just fine. Think about it most every time I cut my fingernails. 

Lot of other scars over the years that are still visible and a story behind each one. I do think emotional scars are much the same only they are not visible. We remember a lot of hurts but time dims the pain. 

I think about Joseph and the scars he carried. Would it not be just awful knowing that your brothers sold you into slavery? He never forgot. When he did finally meet with his brothers, he was an example of humility and forgiveness. The scar was still there but he was the bigger man.

Ephesians 4:32

Be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving each other, just as God in Christ also has forgiven you.