الخميس، 30 سبتمبر 2010

Scars in Life

By
Maria Fayed



SCARS IN 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 that

was 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.



In the house, his mother was looking out

the window. She 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 a very

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. On his arms, there

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 the boy if

he would show him his scars.



The boy lifted his pant legs. 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 right there, holding

on to you.



The Bible 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

is when the tug-of-war begins. If you

have the scars of His love on your arms,

be very, very grateful. He will not ever let you go.


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 he got them





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