THE SCARS OF LIFE

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“Love is when God became man.”

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, t he fat her 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 would n’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 you 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.

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Always Tell Your Family And Friends How Much
You Love Them.


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2 Comments

  1. Posted March 11, 2007 at 3:30 pm | Permalink

    Great story!!!

    Gave me something to think about on this Sunday morning as I sit here a little depressed about my life. Thanks!

    Side note: As a Floridian, I’ve seen the poor, noble alligator much maligned in tales of fear and horror. Most ‘gators will not attack a human unless they have been previously fed by humans, thus losing their fear of them, or have been harrassed in some way. A distressed ‘gator may also attack.

    So, if you’re in Florida, and you see an alligator, respect it, admire it, watch it from a distance, but leave it alone. It’ll happily leave you alone.

  2. Madeline Wheeler
    Posted March 12, 2007 at 2:07 am | Permalink

    Great blog I have some one in mind that would be interested. Thank you.


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  1. Thanks for the good read.

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