The Scars Of Love-A Story With A Moral.

The Scars Of Love-A Story With A Moral.

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, in the house, was looking out the window and 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. 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.
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.”

The Moral: 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, are because Allah has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, Allah has been there holding on to us. Allah loves us. But 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 and if we have the scars of Allah’s love on our arms, be very, very grateful. Allah did not and will not let us go.

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3 comments on “The Scars Of Love-A Story With A Moral.

  1. Nelson says:

    this story has a great teaching about the relations between you and God

  2. aStudent-MSA says:

    Cute story? Actually i would say, touching, loving and inspirational, a story with a great and wonderful moral-lesson to learn from.
    Thanks for sharing sis.

  3. Q says:

    This is a cute story. I love it.

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