from green to black

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i stayed up till 3am because my mind couldn't put to rest
the decisions i made and sorrow i felt. but i guuess it
really did get better today. i went back to work and got
a pay raise, i also received a cash bonus for a job done
even though i was not expecting a cent at all, and it
seems that iam getting even more job offers due to some
recommendations. i should feel really happy but its been
dulled. then i received some encouraging emails again from
sources which were unexpected.

so here is a timely reminder that relieves my soul.

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.
You just never know where a person is in his/her life
and what they are going through.

Never judge another person's scars, because you don't
know how they got them.
- forwarded email

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posted by green unseen @ 4:27 AM