Heal the wound leave the scar

If the scars could speak what would they say? A question that I have been asked but never really thought about too much.  I mean in the moment they would scream help, Im hurting, I need a release.  They would have said that this is barely living. But what would they say now?  Even now Im not quite sure.  They don't speak as loud as they used to.  Now they are silent.  They are a reminder of who I was and how far I have come.  They remind me of His Redeeming Love.  The brokenness that was there is no longer.  They speak of pain that has been erased.  Each scar tells a different story but yet they all end the same.  They tell about the storms in my life but the good thing is that behind every dark cloud there is always a beautiful blue sky.  God was there through it all and now those clouds have gone away and all that is left is a clear blue sky.  The destruction is gone and all that is left is beauty.  So what do the scars say you still ask.  They say that death is gone and now there is life.