I’m thankful for my scars. I bear many scars on my body, my soul and many other areas of my life. Scars from birth, pain and sickness, they tell a story all their own. Even my family bears scars of misunderstandings, miscommunications, and misconceptions. Where wounds and bleeding once occurred a healing has taken place and now only scar tissue remains. Many families today bear scars of divorce, abandonment and mixtures that didn’t quite blend. Yesterdays memories remain intact while…

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