When our resurrected Savior appeared to Mary Magdalene, she flew into His arms, repeating His name. When our resurrected Savior appeared to Thomas, he was so shaken by his doubt that all he could do was place his trembling hands in Christ’s side; all he could do was touch His scars. That’s what this summer has been: a sea of stories running into the arms of Jesus–a sea of stories tracing His scars. To know what I now know about God; to know what I now know about myself; to know what I now know about community synonymous with family– it is truly a treasure.