I walked along a painful way, under the weight of a heavy load. I wondered how anyone could handle all of this. “Who before me has gone through such things,” I wondered. Then I felt a hand gently reach out to mine, and looked to see whose it might be. It was then that I saw the hand that was holding mine was scarred by awful nail prints. The feet that kept in step with mine bore more nail scars. Then somehow I knew that I have never borne anything like His weight. I knew that I was going to be okay by the comfort of His scars.
Lord Jesus, thank you for the comfort your scars bring to me, who by incarnation became my fellow sufferer!
