Monday, April 04, 2005

Our Scars

My Momma sent me this, and it was too good not to pass on! : )

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 father working in the yard saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could.

Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his 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 father, but the father was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his 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 father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he 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 Dad 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.

Please pass this on to those you love. 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.

Never judge another persons scars, because you don't know how they got them. Also, it is so important that we are not selfish to receive the blessings of these messages without forwarding them to someone else.

Right now, someone needs to know that God loves them, and you love them too. Enough to not let them go.

Good stuff, no?

Hey Susie, Im glad you enjoyed your Easter near the beach!

it grew cold and rainy here for a few days but the sun is shining and the days are nice again.

I loved reading the story about the little girl watching the Jesus drama. It was truly wonderful. My boys 12 and 14 have seen the Passion of the Christ movie but Ive not shown my 7 year old daughter because Im not sure how she will handle it. The movie doesnt really portrary the resurrection as much as it does the crucifixion.
I have been busy studying and coordinating the school soccer so I have no been writing any blogs. But I saw your wonderful reply on my site and just had to say hello.
Well God bless my friend Ill check you again soon.
Luv Hushy
What an inspirational story! Thanks for sharing it.

I wonder how many times we get scars from a tug of war that we don't think that God was being cruel and hurtful to us when really he was fighting for our life.
Susie, we will survive! It won't be easy and I don't like it, not one bit, but we know God does not close a door without opening another one. We must be patient as week look for another, perhaps even a better door (even though that seems impossible).

The most important thing is for us to all band together and come out stronger for traveling through this difficult time.

Hang in there- Donna
Of course I meant "we" look for another not "week" look for another....preview Donna, preview!!
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