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Scars.

Lately I've lot a lot about scars. Physical scars, emotional scars, spiritual scars, all types of scars. Scars are something that hasn't been healed completely. There have been times in my life where I've fallen down or been hurt and have had physical scars form. I've seen countless others gain their own physical scars through chronic illness, cancer, reckless behavior, and even through accidents. Those scars are the scars people see. If you look at a person close enough you can see where different occasions have left their mark. These are usually the scars people ask us about. People are curious and want to know what happened for our body to have such a scar. When an 8-year-old walks into the classroom wearing a bandaid everyone in the class must know how the injury occurred. Leave it to a child to ask a million questions. Asking others about these scars can be hurtful and detrimental if the scar has come from something more serious. Every time someone asks, it's a consistent reminder of the trial you've been through. Then there are emotional scars and spiritual scars. These are the scars that aren't easily seen. These scars are found on the inside and are the most difficult to heal. These scars can come from depression, anxiety, stress, doubt, hopelessness, and low self-esteem. These scars never get asked about. If a person opens up about these scars it leaves them vulnerable. How will people react to the scars that are well hidden? This week has been a constant reminder of Heavenly Fathers love for me and for every person. I have witnessed lives being changed, including my own. I have found strength that I never knew I would have to have. I have seen scars of all kinds come to the surface in those around me. What I  now realize is that when we have scars it means the hard part is over. The trials in our lives that cause these scars are now in the past and now they are healing. Having scars doesn't mean a person is weak. Having scars means the person is healing. The person is on the road to recovery. Jeffery R. Holland said,"We are infinitely more than our limitations or our afflictions." I know that my Redeemer lives. I know that through Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ all of our scars will one day be healed.

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