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Some
years ago on a hot summer day in south India ,
Kerala Border a little boy decided to go for a swim in the back
waters of sea behind his house.
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 er 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 my Mom wouldn't let go."
You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. 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.
Never judge another person's scars, because you don't know
how they were made.
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