Scars Always Have a Story

  I first noticed these scratches months ago; I just noticed the beauty this week. The photo captures the deep scratches into wood from the pew at church. Shame. That’s what I first felt. My family had harmed such an important piece of furniture in our Lord’s house. As a child, my Granny was the caretaker and maintained the church. What fun it was to hang out with Granny on cleaning days! The church isle seemed to be so long and steep; the microphone was used to sing private specials; and the piano better not be touched! It wasn’t a …