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March 18, 2008

scars oflife

Filed under: Uncategorized — nurliyana @ 2:40 pm

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. 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.

Have a nice Day!

On being old

Filed under: Uncategorized — nurliyana @ 2:36 pm
Last week a friend of mine wish me happy 23rd belated birthday and was asking this question which goes like “how does it feel being old”? I was taken aback for i do not consider myself as old.Maybe she was trying to ask “how does it feel to be A YEAR OLDER” i guess..hehe.But then again i felt that her question was interesting and i ponder upon it.Old age, i decided,is a gift.

I am now probably, first time in my life,the person that i have always wanted to be.I would never would have trade my amazing friends, loving family and wonderful life for less grey hair or a flatter belly.As i grew matured,year by year, i’ve become more kind and less critical of myself.Ive become my own friend.I am entitled to a treat, to be messy,to be extravagant.I will dance to the tunes that i love and if I, at the same time wish to weep over a lost love…i will.I know i am sometimes forgetful, but then again some of life is just as well forgotten, but eventually i will remeber the important ones.

Sure over the years my heart have been broken.How can your heart not break if you lose a loved one or when you see a child suffers.But broken hearts gives us strength,compassion and understanding.A heart never been broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.I will definitely want to live long enough to have my hair turning grey and have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face..

As you get older, it is easier to be positive.You care less about what other people think.I don’t question myself anymore, i’ve even earned the right to be wrong.

So to answer my friend’s question. I like being older as years goes by.It has set me free.I like the person i have become.I am not going to live forever, but while i am still here,i will not waste time lamenting what could have been or worrying what will be.And i will eat dessert every single day (if i feel like it)

 

 

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