![]() |
![]() |
|
|
|
|||||||
| General Discussions Topics that don't fit anywhere else. |
![]() |
|
|
LinkBack | Thread Tools | Display Modes |
|
|
#1 | ||
|
Former Member
![]() |
BE PROUD OF YOUR SCARS
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 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 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. Never judge another person's scars, because you don't know how they got them. |
||
|
|
|
|
|
#2 | ||
|
Senior Member
Join Date: Apr 2007
Location: The Secret Place
Posts: 1,341
Rep Power: 3 ![]() |
That was lovely.
Thanks for sharing.
__________________
If you love the devil, he hates you. If you hate the devil, he still hates you. If you love God, He loves you. If you hate God, He still loves you. ![]() |
||
|
|
|
|
|
#3 | |||
![]() Join Date: Jul 2007
Location: Toronto
Posts: 9,932
Rep Power: 11 ![]() |
Oh Violet..... so many of us have scars.... That is so true and that story has left me teary eyed but knowing that I serve a big God who is there holding my hand. Thanks for that Violet and God rIchly bless you. You are such a blessing to others.
Quote:
__________________
Trials prove a Christian Love confirms a Christian But death crowns a Christian |
|||
|
|
|
|
|
#4 | ||
![]() ![]() Join Date: Jun 2007
Location: England
Posts: 5,159
Rep Power: 7 ![]() |
Thank you. That is a very good post. Blessed me greatly.
__________________
Ray Enjoy a rent free holiday with Christian House Sitters www.christian-housesitters.com |
||
|
|
|
|
|
#9 | ||
|
Member
Join Date: Nov 2007
Location: Dorset
Posts: 49
Rep Power: 0 ![]() |
That is lovely Violet.
When I read the end of the story, it reminded me of sometime that a friend said to me after he prayed for me. He said that I have cuts on my arms and that some are shollow like paper cuts and some really deap. They may have healed on the surface but the still hirt me. The cuts are bad things that have happened in my spitural life. To me scars and cuts are the same thing. |
||
|
|
|
![]() |
| Thread Tools | |
| Display Modes | |
|
|