::happen to stumble upon an article.. kinda touch me... having to walk thru so much this year.. i was hoping that all things that i went thru is by the grace of God.. for he has planned a beta future for me.. to those who is surprise.. let me remind u all.. im a christian! yah.. dun look like one rite.. but i am n i believe... however i do admit that in this one year.. there are instances when i jus felt like crap...

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 er 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. 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.

Never judge another person's scars, because you
don't know how they were made.::

.:[D]@nI3L blogged on 2:04 PM:.
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