Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack. On his arms, there were also deep scratches where his mother's fingernails dug into his flesh, in her effort to hang on to the son she loved. A newspaper reporter, who interviewed the boy, asked 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. Not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some 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, whatever it is, He's been right there, holding on to you. The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are His child. 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.
Never judge another 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!
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