Scars


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Posted by rhino on May 28, 2003 at 20:28:11:


Some years ago on a hot summer day in south

Florida a little boy decided to go for a swim in

the old swimming hole behind his house.

In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out

the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and

shirt as he went.

He flew into the water, not realizing that as he

swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator

was swimming toward the shore.

His mother in the house was looking out the

window saw the two as they got closer and closer

together. In utter fear, she ran toward the water,

yelling to he son as loudly as she could.

Hearing her voice, the little boy became alarmed

and made a U-turn to swim to his mother. It was

too late. Just as he reached her, the alligator

reached him. From the dock, the mother grabbed her

little boy by the arms just as the alligator

snatched his legs.

That began an incredible tug-of-war between the

two. The alligator was much stronger than the

mother, but the mother was much too passionate to

let go.

A farmer happened to drive by, heard her screams,

raced from his truck, took aim and shot the

alligator. Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in

the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs

were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of

the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches

where his mother's fingernails dug into his flesh

in her effort to hang on to the son she loved.

The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy

after the trauma, asked if he would show him his

scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then,

with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But

look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms,

too. I have them because my Mom wouldn't let go."

You and I can identify with that little boy. We

have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but

the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars

are unsightly and have caused us deep regret.

But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has

refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle,

He's been there holding on to you.

The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are

a child of God. He wants to protect you and

provide for you in every way. But sometimes we

foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not

knowing what lies ahead.

The swimming hole of life is filled with peril -

and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack.

That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if you

have the scars of His love on your arms be very,

very grateful.

He did not and will not ever let you go.

Never judge another persons scars, because you don't know how they got

them.

Right now, someone needs to know that God loves them, and you love

them too~~~~~enough to not let them go




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