The Scars Of Life

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  • kevin
    • Oct 2006
    • 353

    The Scars Of Life

    Some years ago, on a hot summer day in south Florid a , 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.

    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
    person's 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 .
    Always Tell Your Family And Friends How Much You Love them.

    "The Will of God will never take you to where the Grace of God will not
    Protect you"
    Last edited by kevin; 12 April 2007, 20:05.
  • teena
    • Nov 2006
    • 5716

    #2
    Gud one ...Thanx kevin...

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    • s4sree
      • Oct 2006
      • 4854

      #3
      thanks for sharing ....kevin
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      If there ever comes a day When we can't be together
      keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever.

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      • sonish
        Weindianvip
        • Oct 2006
        • 1343

        #4
        Thanks for sharing its very true.

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