"... in a resurrected, otherwise perfected body, our Lord ...has chosen to retain for the benefit of his disciples the wounds in his hands and his feet and his side—signs, if you will, that painful things happen even to the pure and perfect. Signs, if you will, that pain in this world is not evidence that God doesn’t love you. It is the wounded Christ who is the captain of our soul—he who yet bears the scars of sacrifice, the lesions of love and humility and forgiveness."
After I heard this, I just sat in my chair at the MoA with heart bursting gratitude, for all of my scars. Emotional, physical, spiritual; how grateful I am for them.