God of creation,
I come before You
to offer thanks for my scars.
For those I can see –
gashes from childhood adventures
burns from some carelessness
stitches from healing operations.
And for those I cannot see –
seared by hot silences
torn by sharp words
etched by lost loves.
Some have healed
and are settled on my body
and in my memory.
Others still ache with a change in the weather
or sting from a careless comment.
I am grateful for them,
the signposts on my life journey.
My scars remind me
every day
of Your healing power
and the miracle
that has been
this one small life.
