I don't know who wrote this but it was emailed to me by a
friend. I love the analogy the author makes to the tug-of-war
of life we sometimes experience
SCARS OF 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 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 us , so that we 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.
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!!!
FRIENDS ARE ANGELS
WHO LIFT US TO OUR FEET
WHEN OUR WINGS HAVE
TROUBLE REMEMBERING HOW TO FLY.
friend. I love the analogy the author makes to the tug-of-war
of life we sometimes experience
SCARS OF 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 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 us , so that we 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.
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!!!
FRIENDS ARE ANGELS
WHO LIFT US TO OUR FEET
WHEN OUR WINGS HAVE
TROUBLE REMEMBERING HOW TO FLY.
