Scars

The other night as my husband read from Acts, a line down his neck caught my eye. As I traced the scar that testified to the healed broken neck twenty some years ago, I silently thanked God for sparing his life. My eyes drifted to a scar of my own, one more recent that speaks of where a sample was taken of a suspicious lump that by the grace of God was healthy. And my mind wandered to the scars of  the pierced hands of my Savior, scars that prove death has been defeated. I praise God for scars, for they declare that what was intended for death and destruction, God overcame. My God is greater.  I praise Him!