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Monday, August 21, 2006
This article on Scars spoke to me a lot and really touch my heart. May it speak to u as u struggle with "scars" in your life.


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 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 persons scars, because you don't know how they got
them. Right now, someone needs to know that God loves them, and you love
them, too - enough to not let them go.

Luv, mummy Eve.

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