Wednesday, January 31, 2007 ;
5:22:00 PM
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 father working in the yard saw the two as
they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he
ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as
he could.
Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed
and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too
late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator
reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his
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
father, but the father was much too passionate to let
go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his 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 father's fingernails dug into his flesh in
his effort to hang on to the son he 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 Dad 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 there holding
on to you.
just felt quite touched when i received this email from my ex-bsf leader. hmm. sorry if i havent been blogging these days, i dont really know quite what to say. :P
every day is a new day ♥
