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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Quick update. My brother in law is doing ok. He should be released soon. From my understanding his heart and brain are not working in sync. When i learn more i will do a write up about it. I would like to thank everyone for their prayers.
They meant a lot to myself and my family. :)

I received a neat story in the mail today from a friend. It hit home for me, and i think a lot of people will relate. I thought i would share it here. So many times in life we all wonder why is it we deal with bad things. How could God allow them to happen? I have tried to explain it to others before, but I could not find the words that this story did. I hope you all enjoy it, and it makes as much sense to you as it did me.





SCARS OF LIFE

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.

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 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'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.

11 comments:

Mike Golch said...

Tracy, I'm glad that your BIL is doing better.
I really enjoy this posting. thank you for sharing it.

Mary said...

Tracy, What a great post, thanks, and my prayers are still with you and your family. take care..mary

Hopefulsl said...

Wow, this story really touched my heart sis. It brought a little tear to my eye while i was reading it.
And of course i related to this story. I am sure that all of us do:)
Anyway, thanks for sharing this with us. Hope you had a nice day today?
Gotta run now!
((((HUGSssss))))
Love,Stacy-Brat

'Tart said...

That is a beautiful story, Tracy! Thank you for sharing it.:)

I'm glad your BIL is doing better, that he is still with us.

I guess I will talk to you when I get back. I will be in a rush tomorrow and leaving by Thursday. I hope you have a wonderful weekend.
I love ya,
Tart

Ken Schultz said...

A touching story :)
Some scars are meant to be, both because they show love and also because they make you stronger.
And good news about your brother-in-law
Hugs, Ken

jumpinginpuddles said...

yep youre right about the scars

Tracy said...

Glad everyone enjoyed the story!

I have a bad head cold, so will post again soon! Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!

Hugs and blessings sent your way!

Love,
Tracy

Deb said...

Sending my thoughts and prayers to you and your family.

Mimi said...

Tracy this was a beautiful post...
and so wonderful to have the scars on our arms where God would not let go...no matter how big of mess we got ourselves into...

Mimi said...

praying for your brother in law's quick recovery

jumpinginpuddles said...

please see http://lifespacings.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-bye-after-five-years.html