Scars of Love

Posted: Julie 14, 2009 in Uncategorized

scars of love 3Some years ago, on a hot summer day in Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming pool hole that was behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out through the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks and shirts as he went.

He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam towards the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimmimg towards the shore.

In the house, his mother was looking out through the window. She 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 arm, just as the alligator snatched his leg. That began a very incredible tug-of-war between the two.

scars of loveThe alligator was much stronger thsn 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 the mother’s fingernails dug into his flesh, in her effort to hang on to the son she loved.

The newspaper reproter, who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked the boy if he would show him his scars.

scars of love 1The 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, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He’s been right there, holding on to you.

The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God. He wants to protect you, 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.

God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to others. You just never know where a person is in his/her life, and what they are going through.

Never judge other persons scars, because you don’t know how they got them.

Right now, someone needs to know that God loves them, and you love them too enough to not let them go !!!

God Bless !!!

  1. ingrid sê:

    Dankie Parkes1…

  2. Beertjie1 sê:

    Hi Parkes, mens kan nie lekker chat op BP nie, dit gaan goed hier dankie, ek lees darem gereeld jou blog. Ek het begin werk vir so 3 weke maar my kinders te veel gemis. Toe bly ek by die huis, toe kry ek goeie joboffer en begin weer te werk maar dit hou net 2 weke want toe mis ek my kinders weer te veel. Ek kyk nou na ‘n SA dogtertjie hier, lekker speelmaatjie vir my jongste dogtertjie, hulle is amper ewe oud. Ek is nou maar huisvrou. Kindersorg is ook baie duur hier, omtrent $300 – $400 per week en na jy jou uitgawes afgetrek het bly daar nie veel oor nie. Dis baie duur as jou kinders nog onder 3 is omdat die regering dit aanmoedig dat jy na jou kinders moet kyk tot en met 3 dan is kindersorg amper verniet en skool is natuurlik gratis. Lekker om jou weer op BP te kon raaklees. Groete.

  3. parkes1 sê:

    Beertjie jy is gelukkig om by die huis te wees met jou kinders.
    Ja kindersorg is maar n duur storie.

  4. parkes1 sê:

    Ingrid groot plesier!

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