Quote from Forum Archives on May 14, 2007, 10:12 am

Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>

"A Lesson Of Mother's Love"

 

 

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 mother was in the house and looking out the window. She saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, 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 U-turn to swim to his mother. It was too late. Just as he reached her, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the mother grabbed her 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 mother, but the mother was much too passionate to let go.

 

A farmer happened to drive by, heard her 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. On his arm were deep scratches where his mother's fingernails dug into his flesh, in her effort to hang on to the son she 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. 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."

 

You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars too. No, not from an alligator or anything quite so dramatic. Rather the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. Yet 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 Scriptures teach that God loves you. With Christ in your life, you are a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way.

 

Yet sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-o-war begins. If you have the scars of His love on your arms be very, very grateful. He did not and will not let you go.

 

No Matter What You're Going Through God Is With You! Author unknown

 

 

"Bike Ride With God"

 

 

When I first met Christ
It seemed as though life was rather like a bike ride,
But it was a tandem bike,
And I noticed that Christ
Was in the back helping me pedal.

 

I don't know just when it was that
He suggested we change places,
But life has not been the same since.

 

When I had control, I knew the way,
It was rather boring, but predictable. ..
It was the shortest distance between two points.

 

But when He took the lead,
He knew delightful long cuts,
Up mountains, and through rocky places,
At breakneck speeds,
It was all I could do to hang on!
Even though it looked like madness,
He said, "Pedal"

 

I worried and was anxious and asked,
"Where are you taking me?"
He laughed and didn't answer,
And I started to learn to trust.

 

I forgot my boring life
And entered into the adventure.
And when I'd say, "I'm scared,"
He'd lean back and touch my hand.

 

He took me to people with gifts that I needed.
Gifts of healing, acceptance, and joy.
He said, "Give the gifts away;
They're extra baggage, too much weight."

 

So I did, I gave them to the people we met,
And I found that in giving I received,
And still our burden was light.

 

I did not trust Him, at first, In control of my life.
I thought He'd wreck it;
But He knows bike secrets,
Knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners,
Knows how to jump to clear high rocks,
Knows how to fly to shorten scary passages.

 

And I am learning to shut up
and pedal in the strangest places,
And I'm beginning to enjoy the view
And the cool breeze on my face
With my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ.
And when I'm sure I just can't do anymore,
He just smiles and says...
"Pedal."
Author Unknown

Have a Blessed Day

Dave and Barbara

 

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