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a story tO shAre
Tuesday, September 07, 2004

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 mother in the house looking out of the kitchen window, saw the two as they got closer and closer together.
In utter fear, she ran towards 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 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 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.
No, not from an alligator, or anything quite so dramatic.
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 knowingly or unknowingly wade into dangerous situations.
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 - let you go.
Learn to write your hurts in sand.
if you write your hurts in the sand, it will be gone when the wind blows
Learn to carve your blessings in stone.
if you carve your blessings in stone,
it will stay there forever!
think about it.


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