Scars Of Life

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Posted by: " Lucille Baker " borgor

Mon Aug 4, 2008 7:36 pm (PDT)

 

Scars of Life

 

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 her 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 Mom

wouldn't let go. "

 

You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No,

not from an alligator, or anything quite so dramatic. 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 here 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. 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 let

you go.

 

God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to others. You just

never know where a person is in his/her life and what they are going

through.