God's love...
This is a story, which i came across sumwhere..thought about posting here..enjoy..:D
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 was looking out
the
window--saw the two as they got closer
and closer
together. In utter fear, she ran toward 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. If you have Christ in your life,
you have
become a child of God. He wants to
protect you
and provide for you in every way.
But sometimes we foolishly 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-o-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.
