Love wounds 爱的伤疤

Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida a little boy decided togo 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,leavingbehind shoes,socks,and shirt as he went. He flew into the water,notrealizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake,an alligator wasswimming toward the shore. His mother – in the house was looking out thewindow – saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utterfear,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 return to swimto his mother. It was too late. Just as he reached her,the alligatorreached him。

  From the dock, the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as thealligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war betweenthe two. The alligator was much stronger than the mother, but the motherwas much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard herscreams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator。

  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。

  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。

  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。











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