Some
years ago, on a hot summer day, a little boy decided to go for a swim
in the old swimming hole that was 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.In the house, his
mother was looking out the window. She 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 a very
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. On his
arms, there 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 the
boy if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. 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, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars
are unsightly, and have caused us deep regret.
But,
some wounds, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of
your struggle, He’s been right there, holding on to you.We are childrens
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 is when the tug-of-war
begins.
If you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He will not ever let you go!
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