Another day in preschool and another observation. Not one of the children asked about the still healing scar on my left hand. I served snacks, opened juice boxes and water bottles, built with blocks and held hands. It made me think that hands that help or hold do not have to be perfect, only available. There were plenty of things I got wrong and we might have had to be reminded to put our coats on when we got outside, but escaping to the playground was needed by us all.

So maybe this week we can all look for ways to use even what is scarred and maybe still healing to serve others. Many are hurting or struggling and being available could make all the difference. Perfection is not necessary, so that takes the pressure off us all. Who knows? Maybe seeing your scars might make them tell you about theirs.