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This story makes me think of the time my husband and I were headed to a marina to go sailing with a friend and our friend’s twelve-year-old son. My husband and our friend were sitting in the front seat, and the 12-year-old was in the back seat with me. All of a sudden, (I assume because he was at a loss for interesting conversation with this strange woman in the back seat), he piped up, “So, do you have any good scars?” His dad turned around so fast and said, “What did you say?” Now, you’d have to know that his dad was a great storyteller and in fact had been my mentor in coming to understand that our stories reveal much about God to us. I just laughed and said, “It’s fine. As a matter of fact, I do.” And I showed him the scar on my elbow where I had crashed my bike when I was about his age, and then he showed me the scar he got from climbing a fence to get a ball during a soccer practice. Away we went. I still love that question!

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