Scars

Lauren and I were talking tonight about scars. Physical scars, not the emotional type. Scars are our body's way of telling a bit of our story. They are a constant reminder of our adventures, our trips and falls, or something stupid we did because we thought the girls might find it cool. Luckily I don't have too many deep scars to show off. I have remnants of strawberries from sliding into second base with shorts on or from wrecking my Haro "freestyle" bike. I have a scar on my finger from where I sliced it open while opening a can of dog food when I was 14. I can still make out the stitch marks. The ugliest scar that I have is on my forearm from scraping it on a hook attached to our back door. The hook was quickly removed while I yelled profanities. I have three tiny scars from when I had my appendix removed. A fraternity brother of mine had his appendix removed the same weekend, but went to a different hospital. This hospital left him with a 6 inch scar across his abdomen. I guess I chose the right hospital. My wife, Lauren, has a few scars from her battles cats. Nothing else scars her as she is tougher than most you'll run across.
Lance Armstrong has a small cavity in his chest to remind him of the catheter the stayed in him during his chemo-therapy. He is very proud of that scar. So if you haven't done so in a while, look back over your scars, physical or emotional, and think about your life and your adventures. Chances are you'll find yourself smiling and remembering good times. Just a reminder, God gave you this life and all that comes with it. Take time to give him the proper thanks too.