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Good morning everyone! I have news! Lily Mae Glick arrived at 7:55 AM, June 25, 2008 weighing in at 7 pounds 11 ounces, lots of dark, stratight hair, and she seems to have he daddy’s lips and chin. Everything else is like her Mama. Mama is doing OK. So is Daddy. Lilyis doing terrific!! Godpapa Chick and Godmama Crucita are just so happy!!!
Lily Mae’s name means “Pure and Beautiful Gift from Yahweh.” That says it in a nutshell.
Crucita is in Phoenix. She just called to say she in picking up Wille so they can start their road trip. First stop is to visit our dear friend for Kayenta (who now lives in Aok Springs). She and he husband drove over 200 miles to visit with us last time Crucita and I were both in Phoenix. Then it’s on to Albuquerque and Espanola. She spent the first couple of days visiting with other close friends in the Phoenix area.
Last week I wrote about healing. Today I want to send you something about one of the after-effects of healing. This little tale talks about healing in our bodies, but it can be extended to minds, hearts, relationships, and souls as well.
Scars
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 and 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. 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 was, 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.”
You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, they are 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 onto 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, you should 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 person’s scars because you don’t know how they got them.
Also, it is so important that we are not selfish to receive the blessings of these messages without forwarding them to someone else. Right now, someone needs to know that God loves him or her and that you love him or her too; enough to not let him or her go.
I never want to let YOU go either!!
Love in Him who is LOVE
Chick
826AFC062708
Good morning everyone! I have news! Lily Mae Glick arrived at 7:55 AM, June 25, 2008 weighing in at 7 pounds 11 ounces, lots of dark, stratight hair, and she seems to have he daddy’s lips and chin. Everything else is like her Mama. Mama is doing OK. So is Daddy. Lilyis doing terrific!! Godpapa Chick and Godmama Crucita are just so happy!!!
Lily Mae’s name means “Pure and Beautiful Gift from Yahweh.” That says it in a nutshell.
Crucita is in Phoenix. She just called to say she in picking up Wille so they can start their road trip. First stop is to visit our dear friend for Kayenta (who now lives in Aok Springs). She and he husband drove over 200 miles to visit with us last time Crucita and I were both in Phoenix. Then it’s on to Albuquerque and Espanola. She spent the first couple of days visiting with other close friends in the Phoenix area.
Last week I wrote about healing. Today I want to send you something about one of the after-effects of healing. This little tale talks about healing in our bodies, but it can be extended to minds, hearts, relationships, and souls as well.
Scars
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 and 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. 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 was, 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.”
You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, they are 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 onto 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, you should 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 person’s scars because you don’t know how they got them.
Also, it is so important that we are not selfish to receive the blessings of these messages without forwarding them to someone else. Right now, someone needs to know that God loves him or her and that you love him or her too; enough to not let him or her go.
I never want to let YOU go either!!
Love in Him who is LOVE
Chick
About Chick Todd
American Roman Catholic reared as a "Baptiterian" in Denver Colorado. Now living on Kauaʻi. USAF Vet. Married for over 50 years. Scripture study has been my passion ever since my first "Bible talk" at age 6 in VBS.
