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anonymous  September 08, 2008 6:23 AM

THE 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.

Please pass this on to those you love. God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to others. You just never know where a person is in his/her life and what they are going through.

Never judge another persons scars, because you don't know how they got them.

Right now, someone needs to know that God loves them, and you love them, too - enough to not let them go.


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anonymous  September 06, 2008 7:42 AM

You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. 
I  said that it was against company policy."

"I  know," the woman continued. "Then you made me the biggest roast beef
sandwich  that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go
over to a  corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into
trouble.

Then,  when I looked over, I saw you put the price of my food in the cash
register I  knew then that everything would be all right."  

"So  you started your own business?" Old Jack said.  
 

"I  got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I
started my own  business, that, with the help of God, prospered."

She opened her purse and  pulled out a business card. "When you are finished here, I want
you to pay a  visit to a Mr. Lyons. He's the personnel director of my company. I'll go
talk  to him now and I'm certain he'll find something for you to do around the
office." She smiled. "I think he might even find the funds to give you a 
little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live
until you get on your feet. If you ever need anything, my door is always opened
to you." 

There  were tears in the old man's eyes. "How can I ever thank you? " he 
said.
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"Don't  thank me," the woman answered. "To God goes the
glory. Thank Jesus.
He led me  to you."  
  
Outside  the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance
before going  their separate ways. "Thank you for all your help, officer," she said.  

"On  the contrary, Ms. Eddy," he answered. "Thank you. I saw a miracle today,
something that I will never forget. And...And thank you for the coffee."

If  you have missed knowing me, you have missed nothing. 

If  you have missed some of my emails, you might have missed a  laugh.

But,  if you have missed knowing my LORD and SAVIOR, JESUS CHRIST, you
have missed  everything in the world 

Have  a Wonderful Day.  May God Bless You Always.  And don't forget
that  when you "cast your bread upon the waters," you never know how it will be 
returned to you.

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anonymous INSPIRATIONAL STORIES! September 06, 2008 7:34 AM

The  man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the
finer things  of life. Her coat was new. She looked like that she had never
missed a meal in  her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of
him, like so  many others had done before. 

"Leave  me alone," he growled.

To  his amazement, the woman continued standing. She was smiling -- her
even white  teeth displayed in dazzling rows.  

 "Are  you hungry?" she asked. 

"No,"  he answered sarcastically. "I've just come from dining with the
president. Now  go away." The woman's smile became even broader.
Suddenly the man felt a  gentle hand under his arm. 
 
"What  are you doing, lady?" the man asked angrily. "I said to leave me 
alone." 

Just  then a policeman came up. "Is there any problem, ma'am?" he  asked.
 
"No  problem here, officer," the woman answered. "I'm just trying to get this
man  to his feet. Will you help me?"   

The  officer scratched his head. "That's old Jack. He's been a fixture around
here  for a couple of years. What do you want with him?"

 "See  that cafeteria over there?" she asked. "I'm going to get him something
to eat  and get him out of the cold for awhile."   

"Are  you crazy, lady?" the homeless man resisted. "I don't want to go in
there!"  Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up.

"Let  me go, officer. I didn't do anything."  

"This  is a good deal for you, Jack," the officer answered. "Don't blow  it." 
 
Finally,  and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack 
into the  cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner.

It was the  middle of the  morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left
and the lunch bunch  had not yet arrived. The manager strode across the cafeteria
and stood by his  table. 

"What's  going on here, officer?" he asked. "What is all this. Is this man in
trouble?"

"This  lady brought this man in here to be fed," the policeman answered.

"Not  in here!" the manager replied angrily. "Having a person like that here
is bad  for business."

Old  Jack smiled a toothless grin. "See, lady. I told you so. Now if you'll
let me  go. I didn't want to come here in the first place." 

The  woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. "Sir, are you
familiar with   Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?"  

"Of  course I am," the manager answered impatiently. "They hold their weekly  
meetings in one of my banquet rooms." 

"And  do you make a goodly amount of money providing food at these
weekly meetings?"

"What  business is that of yours?" 

"I,  sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the  company."

"Oh."  

 
The woman smiled again. "I thought that might make a difference."

She glanced at  the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. "Would you like
to join us in a cup of  coffee and a meal, officer?" 

"No  thanks, ma'am," the officer replied. "I'm on
duty."  
 
"Then,  perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?"   

"Yes,  ma'am. That would be very nice." 

The  cafeteria manager turned on his heel "I'll get your coffee for you right 
 away,  officer." 

The  officer watched him walk away. "You certainly put him in his place," he  said.

"That  was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this."

She  sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest She stared at
him  intently. "Jack, do you remember me?" 

Old  Jack searched her face with his old , rheumy eyes "I think so --I mean
you do  look familiar." 
 
"I'm  a little older perhaps," she said. "Maybe I've even filled out more
than in my  younger days when you worked here, and I came through that
very door,  cold and  hungry."

"Ma'am?"  the officer said questioningly. He couldn't believe that such a
magnificently  turned out woman could ever have been hungry.  

"I  was just out of college," the woman began. "I had come to the city
looking for  a job, but I couldn't find anything. Finally I was down
to my last few cents  and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for
days.  It was  February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and
walked in on  the off chance that I could get something to eat."   

Jack  lit up with a smile. "Now I remember," he said. "I was behind the serving  counter.

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