This devo blog is about a fathers incredible love for his child which parellels to God’s love for us. It was sent to me by a friend through email (author unknown) and I felt I had to share it. For those of us who have scars from self injury, let those scars be a reminder of a God who won’t let go of you. Let them be a reminder that just as those cuts heal into scars, healing in your heart and soul is coming if you keep pursuing the Father in Heaven who loves you so much. For those who have been abused or are being abused, please know that God loves you and that He is holding you and crying and hurting with you and He won’t let go.


SCARS OF LIFE

Some years ago, on a hot summer day in south Florida a little boy decided to 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 to passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, rached 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 onto 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 dangerus situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hold of life is filled with peril- and we forget that the enemy (Satan) 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.
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