Some years ago on a hot summer day 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 and raced into the water, not realising that as he swam toward the middle of the lake a Crocodile was swimming toward the shore.
His Mother, in the house looking out the window, 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.
Just as he reached her, the Crocodile reached him. From the dock, the Mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as the Crocodile snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two.
The Crocodile 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 Crocodile.
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 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!”
You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from a Crocodile but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret and some are from others who have inflicted hurt on us knowingly or unknowingly.
But some wounds, are because God has refused to let go… In the midst of your struggle, He’s been there holding onto you.
He wants to protect us and provide for us in every way… 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-of-war begins, and if we have the scars of God’s Love in our hearts as He disciplined us by allowing us to go our own way and we suffered because of it and came to our senses, then we can be very, very grateful.
He did not — and will not — let us go and He always wins!
The Scripture teaches that because we are a Redeemed Child of God that the Lord Loves us and rescues, heals and restores us in other words…
Nothing can separate us from His Love.
And when we have surrendered our lives to Jesus Christ and accepted Him as our Lord and Saviour, then it will be shown by our repentance meaning heart felt sorrow and turning from evil and doing good by the empowering of The Holy Spirit. When we do this our evil flesh nature is put to death and we live in obedience to God, putting Him first and allowing Him to be in control and we can do this because…
He has rescued us and set us free.
Music – You rescued me