I found this story while FB stalking people... O.o but I thought it was fitting, and the quote stated above... so true...
The 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.
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-w ar 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,
his little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs.That began an incredible tug-of-w ar 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.
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 their Life, and what they are going through. Never judge another person's scars,
because you don't know how they got them.
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 their Life, and what they are going through. Never judge another person's scars,
because you don't know how they got them.
There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.
Harry Crews
Expounding on the end of that story, the part where the Father gives us scars because he refuses to let us go...
Kinda awesome... don't'cha think?
I think so...
yes we go thru trials... and yes... we don't always come out of them unscathed. Our scars are ours, and they are beyond personal. The ones from the mistakes and the ones from our Savior... because we can't forget that while the Father doesn't want us to go, Our Savior, best friend, and advocate, is the one refusing to release us, as long as we are clinging back. He already has the scars. In His hands, side, and feet. And our scars, the ones that he gives us, are sweet reminders of the scars that He willingly took upon him.
Sometimes it hurts, having Him hold onto us so tightly that the fingernails are biting into our flesh as our own bite into His. But if we are willing to keep holding on, eventually the pain subsides, the sting of regret fades, and the love that we have for Him and His great atonement, grows and warms our hearts and opens our minds.
My heart is happy.
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