Monday, September 20, 2010

God Loves Broken Things and Scars

I came across this song tonight and just had to share it. I've never heard it before. It's by Kenneth Cope and it's called Broken. It spoke to me!


Mr. Man and I, have had many experiences, as foster parents, with precious and broken children. Children who have been broken as a consequence of choices that were not theirs. Our beautiful and precious children today, each gracefully handle unique challenges in their lives. They are so strong. They don't know life without these challenges. I don't think I could handle their challenges so well, if I were them. They really do amaze me! And I think all children are beautiful and precious, but I particularly feel truly blessed to be the mother of children, some of whom have physical bodies that are broken in one way or another...because their spirits are SO strong! And I truly do believe that God does love broken things! In fact, I KNOW HE does...because I myself, am broken and in need of His healing power! I KNOW HE loves me! I guess in one way or another, we are all broken! My mother in law sent me this email tonight that also spoke to me! I will share it here. It's called 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 that was 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.

In the house, his mother was looking out the window. She 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 a very 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. On his arms, there 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 the boy if he would show him his scars.

The boy lifted his pant legs. 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 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 right there, holding on to you.

The Scriptures teach 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 is when the tug-of-war begins.

If you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He 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 other 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!!!

God bless!

--
"When you reach the end of your rope...
You will find the hem of His garment!"
Anon.

I loved that story and I love the quote at the end! I love that the little boy's mom wouldn't let go of him, just as our Savior doesn't let go of us! If there is anything I have learned as a mom, it's that I know my kids better than anyone does! I won't let go of them! I won't let anything endanger them or cause them hurt. And would add, that when we, as mother's, hold tight to our children as the "alligators of the world" come up to get them, our Savior is standing right there with us, holding tightly to our arms and not letting go. It's like the Footprints poem...when we think we are the only ones holding on, and we think we've been left to fight these battles alone, our Savior hasn't left us at all. He is simply holding to our arms with all His might, as we hold on to our children's arms with all our might! He hasn't left us at all. He's pulling us to Him, as we pull our children to us! How blessed we are to have a loving Savior, who understands how to fix us in our brokenness. He understands us in every way! He understands things about us, that other's only think they understand. We are blessed that God loves broken things, and that our Savior is our Advocate with Him, in our behalf. What a glorious day it will be, when we see Him again! He will know us completely and will love us just as we are..broken, scarred and all!

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