I read this the other day and it really resonated with me. I hope it resonates with you too. Especially for those of you who shared your real-life “wildflowers from winter” stories a few weeks ago…
“How often our mistaken sense that we need to present a perfect front causes us to think of our wounds and our scars as something to hide; something ugly; something demeaning; something that lessens our value. But look at Jesus. Look at what Jesus thought of His wounds: ‘Here Thomas. Look at my wounds. Touch my scars. These are the proof of My resurrection. I bear the marks of death, but I am alive!’ Jesus knew his wounds were beautiful…
At the places where I am broken, the power of Christ is authenticated for others. Where I have submitted to the crucifixion, the power of the resurrection is put on display. I can say, ‘Look at my wounds. Touch my scars. I have death-wounds, but I am alive.’ I can wear my wounds without shame. They tell a resurrection story.”
-Jennifer Kennedy Dean from He Restores My Soul
Reminds me of a line from the hauntingly beautiful novel, Little Bee, by Chris Cleave:
“A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.”
Let’s Talk: Why do you think we are so preoccupied with hiding our scars from the world, especially in the Christian community?
I’m sharing a devotional over on Jessica R. Patch’s blog today. Hope it encourages you!

Last Friday, I wrote a guest post for Cathy West about publication. How it’s turning out to be
B-man loves his new sprinkler. It’s been a fun start to the summer!