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> Subject: Scars
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>     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-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 - let you go.

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