Scripture: Psalm 34:15-22 How many of us have scars? I have a few. The great thing about scars are the stories that are attached to them. These are stories of triumph, bravery, humor, and stupidity but I love to hear the stories about the scars. I do not have any triumphant scars but I have a few that would be attached to the stupidity or humor realm. I have one large scar on my fore head that came from a fall. The fall happened because as a child I observed my dog eating rocks so I thought I needed to too. Of course rocks are no good to eat and in the process of getting sick I tripped and knocked my head against a foot scrapper on our porch. Blood was everywhere and I thought I was going to die, of course I a bit dramatic. These scars tell a story about our lives. Sometimes they bring us pride while sometimes the tales are attached to painful memories. God know the stories of your scars. The psalmist says that God hears the cries of the rightious and his face is aganst the evil doers. This means that God is there which us as we gain the scars that tell the story of our lives. I know that many of these scars are very painful, some of the unseen scars are deep and still hurt years after they were first gained. To say that God was with us when we got the scars does not give us much comfort. In fact it can cause us to look to God as a participant of the evil. But that is not the case. God allows us to live freely, He does not often put Himself in the way of human choices. He allows millions of people to choose to smoke even though the are causing their death. He allows an abuser to abuse even though the pain inflicted on another is great. He allowed millions of people to die in horrific ways through out history. Why? I sit and wonder. I say it would be better if God would save us from all trouble. But then what would we be without our scars. The scar of the cancer survivor gives hope to the person that just received a diagnosis. The scar of the soldier gives pride to the nations. The scar of the child allows us to laugh with them as we remember the first bike ride. The pain often times give us strength. The scars often give greater hope. Yet God remembers. I love the tv show Bones. I love it because it shows that even when all else is gone and the only thing that remains is the foundation of our base structure, they can still find the truth. The bones still tell the story that our scars left behind. God keeps our bone He protects our inner most being. He will not allow us to be totally boken. He knows our story deeply because He is with us all the time. I do not know if that gives anyone comfort but it does me. He knows the pressure my job is causing my body and how that affects my spine, feet, and legs. He knows because He walks with me, and He is trying to lead me in a way that will bring hope to others that have burdens on their shoulders. Cry out to God, seek Him in the times of trouble. It is like putting on the armor of God. When we seek Him we receive the strength to endure. It may not take us out of the situation, but we can have the hope that He will keep the evil doers from breaking our bones. Because the bones remain, our story remains, our place in history and how we live remains and can give hope to others even centuries beyond our lifespan. I want my bones to tell the story of love and grace!