Hey, everybody! Just wanted to say how much I appreciate all you subscribers that are still with me and still take the time to read my posts. I apologize that my posting schedule has been so sporadic lately. I’ve had a lot going on. I hope to get some content written and prescheduled in the upcoming weeks to maintain more regularity, but life happens lol. But nevertheless, I know summer is just around the corner and with school being out then, I will have more time to devote to studying and blogging. So thank you in advance for bearing with me during this busy season of my life.
(stay tuned for next week! I have a new
delicious soup recipe to share! )
-Tiphanie ❤️
Now, here is a short story I read and
wanted to share:
Scars of Love
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 was 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, 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, not from an alligator, or anything quite so dramatic. 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. 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 - let you go.
- Author Unknown
Also, on another note: when I think of scars of love, the very first things that comes to mind—
the scars from nail pierced hands and feet of Jesus, the scar in his side from the spear that pierced him, the scars on his back from the stripes (whippings) he bore for our healing ❤️🩹 the tiny scars across his head and forehead from the crown of throne that was forced upon his head—all these scars were the epitome of love!
John 15:13 —Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
Romans 5:8 - But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.
1 John 4:19 - We love him, because he first loved us.
John 3:16 - For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
1 John 4:16 - And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.
Isaiah 53:5—But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.”
I’m so thankful for those “scars of love”!! I’m so glad He loved us when we were so unloveable! When Satan tried to destroy all
of mankind, God in His Mercy held on to humanity! Jesus cared for you and I so much that he chose to die so we could LIVE! What a God! What a Savior! What a Friend! 😭🙌🏼❤️🙏🏼