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    <title>topic Daily Positive Thread for Wednesday in Community Chat</title>
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    <description>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;It is important to remember that different can be better. Lord, as I resist&lt;BR /&gt; change and cling to the familiar, help me to remember that Your plan is perfect and&lt;BR /&gt; will truly make me happy.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Scripture for the day:&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; "Be still and know that I am God." ~Psalm 46:10&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Meditation for the day:&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; When we look to God for strength to face responsibility and are quiet&lt;BR /&gt; before God, God's healing touch can cause the divine quiet to flow&lt;BR /&gt; into our very being. When in weakness we cry to God, God's touch can&lt;BR /&gt; bring healing, the renewal of our courage, and the power to meet every&lt;BR /&gt; situation and be victorious. When we faint by the way or are&lt;BR /&gt; distracted by feelings of inferiority, then we can rely on the touch&lt;BR /&gt; of God's spirit to support us on our way. Then we can arise and go&lt;BR /&gt; forth with confidence.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Prayer for the day:&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; I pray that I may lay myself open today to the healing touch of God.&lt;BR /&gt; I pray that I may not falter or faint by the wayside, but renew my&lt;BR /&gt; courage through prayer.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Hello my friends! I'm happy for the day turning warmer out - it was chilly&lt;BR /&gt; this morning, went to Mass with a sweater on, but later it warmed up with&lt;BR /&gt; the sun. I picked a bunch of lettuce and some kale, radishes, a few&lt;BR /&gt; strawberries and raspberries and what joy it is to get those free food from&lt;BR /&gt; our yard! What is even better is that the lettuce, kale, strawberries and&lt;BR /&gt; raspberries keep producing. Our potatoes are high - and starting to&lt;BR /&gt; blossom, so by the fourth of July we'll have our own fresh potatoes already!&lt;BR /&gt; I just love digging them out and seeing how many each plant gives me! I&lt;BR /&gt; wonder if you can grow sweet potatoes? I don't know of anyone who has done&lt;BR /&gt; that. My blessings today so far 1) a good night's sleep, 2) Mass - it was&lt;BR /&gt; so good to back to our own parish, and get the bulletin, 3) food from the&lt;BR /&gt; garden, 4) friends and daughter to play scrabble with on Facebook, and 5),&lt;BR /&gt; for my Faith, my love of God and His people, and all who He gives me to&lt;BR /&gt; love. I'm very grateful for all of you, my friends, who read this thread&lt;BR /&gt; daily, and I love it when you respond so I can get to know you!&lt;BR /&gt; Could you name three blessings?&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; EVERYDAY PRAYER&lt;BR /&gt; Let us pray to Jesus Christ along with the intercession of Holy Mother Mary,&lt;BR /&gt; in union with the saints.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; "Jesus, I entrust all my problems to you. Come to me. Speak to me. Reveal&lt;BR /&gt; the will of God to me. Deliver me from dangers and diseases (names). Jesus!&lt;BR /&gt; Pour your precious blood on me. Remove all the stain of sin from me. Grant&lt;BR /&gt; me freely, redemption from sin and salvation by the merit of the crucifixion&lt;BR /&gt; and glorious resurrection of Jesus Christ. Deliver me from satanic bondages,&lt;BR /&gt; evil desire, wicked men and temptations of the devil. Save me by the merit&lt;BR /&gt; of your suffering. Jesus, send upon me, in power, the Holy Spirit, promised&lt;BR /&gt; by the Father. Renew me, and my dear ones by the Holy Spirit. Thank you God.&lt;BR /&gt; Praise you Jesus. Praise you Holy Spirit." Amen.&lt;BR /&gt; (Do praise for sometime)&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; STOLEN CAR&lt;BR /&gt; (A Lesson For All Of Us)&lt;BR /&gt; -author unknown&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; I was sitting at a stop light this morning. The lady in front of me&lt;BR /&gt; was going through papers on the seat of her car, and when the&lt;BR /&gt; light changed to green she did not obey its command -- a green&lt;BR /&gt; light is a commandment - NOT a suggestion.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; When the light turned to red, and she had still not moved, I began&lt;BR /&gt; (with my windows up) screaming epithets and beating on my steering&lt;BR /&gt; wheel. My expressions of distress were interrupted by a policeman,&lt;BR /&gt; gun drawn, tapping on my window. Against my protestations of, "You&lt;BR /&gt; can't arrest me for hollering in my car," he ordered me into the back&lt;BR /&gt; seat of his squad car.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; After about two hours in a holding cell, the arresting officer advised&lt;BR /&gt; me I was free to go. I said, "I knew you couldn't arrest me for what&lt;BR /&gt; I was yelling in my own car. You haven't heard the last of this."&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; The officer replied, "I didn't arrest you for shouting in your car. I&lt;BR /&gt; was directly behind you at the light. I saw you screaming and beating&lt;BR /&gt; your steering wheel, and I said to myself, "What a jerk. But there is&lt;BR /&gt; nothing I can do to him for throwing a fit in his own car. Then I&lt;BR /&gt; noticed the 'Cross' hanging from your rear view mirror, the bright&lt;BR /&gt; yellow 'Choose Life' license tag, the 'Jesus is Coming Soon' bumper&lt;BR /&gt; sticker, and the Fish symbol, and I thought you must have stolen the&lt;BR /&gt; car."&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Mother Teresa said...&lt;BR /&gt; It is important to gain self-knowledge as part of spiritual growth - to know&lt;BR /&gt; yourself and believe in yourself means you can know and believe in God.&lt;BR /&gt; Knowledge of yourself produces humility, and knowledge of God produces love.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; DO YOU CARRY YOUR UMBRELLA?&lt;BR /&gt; Author Unknown&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; We all have something to learn from this young girl.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; As a drought continued for what seemed an eternity, a small community&lt;BR /&gt; of farmers was in a quandary as to what to do. Rain was important to&lt;BR /&gt; keep their crops healthy and sustain the townspeople' s way of life.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; As the problem became more acute, a local pastor called a prayer&lt;BR /&gt; meeting to ask for rain.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Many people arrived. The pastor greeted most of them as they filed in.&lt;BR /&gt; As he walked to the front of the church to officially begin the&lt;BR /&gt; meeting he noticed most people were chatting across the aisles and&lt;BR /&gt; socializing with friends. When he reached the front his thoughts were&lt;BR /&gt; on quieting the attendees and starting the meeting.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; His eyes scanned the crowd as he asked for quiet. He noticed an eleven&lt;BR /&gt; year-old girl sitting quietly in the front row. Her face was beaming&lt;BR /&gt; with excitement. Next to her, poised and ready for use, was a bright&lt;BR /&gt; red umbrella. The little girl's beauty and innocence made the pastor&lt;BR /&gt; smile as he realized how much faith she possessed. No one else in the&lt;BR /&gt; congregation&lt;BR /&gt; had brought an umbrella.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; All came to pray for rain, but the little girl had come expecting God&lt;BR /&gt; to answer.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; My Creed&lt;BR /&gt; This is my creed: To do some good,&lt;BR /&gt; To bear my ills without complaining,&lt;BR /&gt; To press on as a brave man should&lt;BR /&gt; For honors that are worth the gaining;&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To seek no profits where I may,&lt;BR /&gt; By winning them, bring grief to others;&lt;BR /&gt; To do some service day by day&lt;BR /&gt; In helping on my toiling brothers.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; This is my creed: To close my eyes&lt;BR /&gt; To little faults of those around me;&lt;BR /&gt; To strive to be when each day dies&lt;BR /&gt; Some better than the morning found me;&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To ask for no unearned applause,&lt;BR /&gt; To cross no river until I reach it;&lt;BR /&gt; To see the merit of the cause&lt;BR /&gt; Before I follow those who preach it.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To keep my standards always high,&lt;BR /&gt; To find my task and always do it:&lt;BR /&gt; This is my creed - I wish that I&lt;BR /&gt; Could learn to shape my action to it.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; by S.E. Kiser&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Did I send this one already? Don't have time to look back but if I did, here&lt;BR /&gt; it is again:&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; SCARS&lt;BR /&gt; Author Unknown&lt;BR /&gt; June 12, 2012&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida a little boy&lt;BR /&gt; decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door,&lt;BR /&gt; leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. He flew into the&lt;BR /&gt; water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an&lt;BR /&gt; alligator was swimming toward the shore.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; His mother, in the house was looking out the window, saw the two as&lt;BR /&gt; they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, she ran toward the&lt;BR /&gt; water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could. Hearing her voice,&lt;BR /&gt; the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his mother.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; It was too late. Just as he reached her, the alligator reached him.&lt;BR /&gt; From the dock, the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as&lt;BR /&gt; the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war&lt;BR /&gt; between the two.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; The alligator was much stronger than the mother, but the mother was&lt;BR /&gt; much too passionate to let go.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; A farmer happened to drive by, heard her screams, raced from his&lt;BR /&gt; truck, took aim and shot the alligator.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy&lt;BR /&gt; survived.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal.&lt;BR /&gt; And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his mother's fingernails&lt;BR /&gt; dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked&lt;BR /&gt; if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And&lt;BR /&gt; then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my&lt;BR /&gt; arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my mom&lt;BR /&gt; wouldn't let go."&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No,&lt;BR /&gt; not from an alligator, or anything quite so dramatic. But, the scars&lt;BR /&gt; of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused&lt;BR /&gt; us deep regret.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you. The&lt;BR /&gt; Scripture teaches that God loves you. If you have Christ in your life,&lt;BR /&gt; you have become a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide&lt;BR /&gt; for you in every way.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations. The&lt;BR /&gt; swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the&lt;BR /&gt; enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-o-war begins, and if&lt;BR /&gt; you have the scars of His love on your arms be very, very grateful.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; He did not - and will not - let you go. Time is a very precious gift&lt;BR /&gt; of God; so precious that it's only given to us moment by moment.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Enjoy the rest of tonight and Wednesday - may you find all kinds of&lt;BR /&gt; blessings that you ordinarily take for granted. God bless you all.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;</description>
    <pubDate>Wed, 13 Jun 2012 00:52:30 GMT</pubDate>
    <dc:creator>gloriajean</dc:creator>
    <dc:date>2012-06-13T00:52:30Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Daily Positive Thread for Wednesday</title>
      <link>https://community.qvc.com/t5/Community-Chat/Daily-Positive-Thread-for-Wednesday/m-p/211102#M93634</link>
      <description>&lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;It is important to remember that different can be better. Lord, as I resist&lt;BR /&gt; change and cling to the familiar, help me to remember that Your plan is perfect and&lt;BR /&gt; will truly make me happy.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Scripture for the day:&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; "Be still and know that I am God." ~Psalm 46:10&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Meditation for the day:&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; When we look to God for strength to face responsibility and are quiet&lt;BR /&gt; before God, God's healing touch can cause the divine quiet to flow&lt;BR /&gt; into our very being. When in weakness we cry to God, God's touch can&lt;BR /&gt; bring healing, the renewal of our courage, and the power to meet every&lt;BR /&gt; situation and be victorious. When we faint by the way or are&lt;BR /&gt; distracted by feelings of inferiority, then we can rely on the touch&lt;BR /&gt; of God's spirit to support us on our way. Then we can arise and go&lt;BR /&gt; forth with confidence.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Prayer for the day:&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; I pray that I may lay myself open today to the healing touch of God.&lt;BR /&gt; I pray that I may not falter or faint by the wayside, but renew my&lt;BR /&gt; courage through prayer.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Hello my friends! I'm happy for the day turning warmer out - it was chilly&lt;BR /&gt; this morning, went to Mass with a sweater on, but later it warmed up with&lt;BR /&gt; the sun. I picked a bunch of lettuce and some kale, radishes, a few&lt;BR /&gt; strawberries and raspberries and what joy it is to get those free food from&lt;BR /&gt; our yard! What is even better is that the lettuce, kale, strawberries and&lt;BR /&gt; raspberries keep producing. Our potatoes are high - and starting to&lt;BR /&gt; blossom, so by the fourth of July we'll have our own fresh potatoes already!&lt;BR /&gt; I just love digging them out and seeing how many each plant gives me! I&lt;BR /&gt; wonder if you can grow sweet potatoes? I don't know of anyone who has done&lt;BR /&gt; that. My blessings today so far 1) a good night's sleep, 2) Mass - it was&lt;BR /&gt; so good to back to our own parish, and get the bulletin, 3) food from the&lt;BR /&gt; garden, 4) friends and daughter to play scrabble with on Facebook, and 5),&lt;BR /&gt; for my Faith, my love of God and His people, and all who He gives me to&lt;BR /&gt; love. I'm very grateful for all of you, my friends, who read this thread&lt;BR /&gt; daily, and I love it when you respond so I can get to know you!&lt;BR /&gt; Could you name three blessings?&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; EVERYDAY PRAYER&lt;BR /&gt; Let us pray to Jesus Christ along with the intercession of Holy Mother Mary,&lt;BR /&gt; in union with the saints.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; "Jesus, I entrust all my problems to you. Come to me. Speak to me. Reveal&lt;BR /&gt; the will of God to me. Deliver me from dangers and diseases (names). Jesus!&lt;BR /&gt; Pour your precious blood on me. Remove all the stain of sin from me. Grant&lt;BR /&gt; me freely, redemption from sin and salvation by the merit of the crucifixion&lt;BR /&gt; and glorious resurrection of Jesus Christ. Deliver me from satanic bondages,&lt;BR /&gt; evil desire, wicked men and temptations of the devil. Save me by the merit&lt;BR /&gt; of your suffering. Jesus, send upon me, in power, the Holy Spirit, promised&lt;BR /&gt; by the Father. Renew me, and my dear ones by the Holy Spirit. Thank you God.&lt;BR /&gt; Praise you Jesus. Praise you Holy Spirit." Amen.&lt;BR /&gt; (Do praise for sometime)&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; STOLEN CAR&lt;BR /&gt; (A Lesson For All Of Us)&lt;BR /&gt; -author unknown&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; I was sitting at a stop light this morning. The lady in front of me&lt;BR /&gt; was going through papers on the seat of her car, and when the&lt;BR /&gt; light changed to green she did not obey its command -- a green&lt;BR /&gt; light is a commandment - NOT a suggestion.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; When the light turned to red, and she had still not moved, I began&lt;BR /&gt; (with my windows up) screaming epithets and beating on my steering&lt;BR /&gt; wheel. My expressions of distress were interrupted by a policeman,&lt;BR /&gt; gun drawn, tapping on my window. Against my protestations of, "You&lt;BR /&gt; can't arrest me for hollering in my car," he ordered me into the back&lt;BR /&gt; seat of his squad car.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; After about two hours in a holding cell, the arresting officer advised&lt;BR /&gt; me I was free to go. I said, "I knew you couldn't arrest me for what&lt;BR /&gt; I was yelling in my own car. You haven't heard the last of this."&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; The officer replied, "I didn't arrest you for shouting in your car. I&lt;BR /&gt; was directly behind you at the light. I saw you screaming and beating&lt;BR /&gt; your steering wheel, and I said to myself, "What a jerk. But there is&lt;BR /&gt; nothing I can do to him for throwing a fit in his own car. Then I&lt;BR /&gt; noticed the 'Cross' hanging from your rear view mirror, the bright&lt;BR /&gt; yellow 'Choose Life' license tag, the 'Jesus is Coming Soon' bumper&lt;BR /&gt; sticker, and the Fish symbol, and I thought you must have stolen the&lt;BR /&gt; car."&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Mother Teresa said...&lt;BR /&gt; It is important to gain self-knowledge as part of spiritual growth - to know&lt;BR /&gt; yourself and believe in yourself means you can know and believe in God.&lt;BR /&gt; Knowledge of yourself produces humility, and knowledge of God produces love.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; DO YOU CARRY YOUR UMBRELLA?&lt;BR /&gt; Author Unknown&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; We all have something to learn from this young girl.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; As a drought continued for what seemed an eternity, a small community&lt;BR /&gt; of farmers was in a quandary as to what to do. Rain was important to&lt;BR /&gt; keep their crops healthy and sustain the townspeople' s way of life.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; As the problem became more acute, a local pastor called a prayer&lt;BR /&gt; meeting to ask for rain.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Many people arrived. The pastor greeted most of them as they filed in.&lt;BR /&gt; As he walked to the front of the church to officially begin the&lt;BR /&gt; meeting he noticed most people were chatting across the aisles and&lt;BR /&gt; socializing with friends. When he reached the front his thoughts were&lt;BR /&gt; on quieting the attendees and starting the meeting.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; His eyes scanned the crowd as he asked for quiet. He noticed an eleven&lt;BR /&gt; year-old girl sitting quietly in the front row. Her face was beaming&lt;BR /&gt; with excitement. Next to her, poised and ready for use, was a bright&lt;BR /&gt; red umbrella. The little girl's beauty and innocence made the pastor&lt;BR /&gt; smile as he realized how much faith she possessed. No one else in the&lt;BR /&gt; congregation&lt;BR /&gt; had brought an umbrella.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; All came to pray for rain, but the little girl had come expecting God&lt;BR /&gt; to answer.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; My Creed&lt;BR /&gt; This is my creed: To do some good,&lt;BR /&gt; To bear my ills without complaining,&lt;BR /&gt; To press on as a brave man should&lt;BR /&gt; For honors that are worth the gaining;&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To seek no profits where I may,&lt;BR /&gt; By winning them, bring grief to others;&lt;BR /&gt; To do some service day by day&lt;BR /&gt; In helping on my toiling brothers.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; This is my creed: To close my eyes&lt;BR /&gt; To little faults of those around me;&lt;BR /&gt; To strive to be when each day dies&lt;BR /&gt; Some better than the morning found me;&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To ask for no unearned applause,&lt;BR /&gt; To cross no river until I reach it;&lt;BR /&gt; To see the merit of the cause&lt;BR /&gt; Before I follow those who preach it.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; To keep my standards always high,&lt;BR /&gt; To find my task and always do it:&lt;BR /&gt; This is my creed - I wish that I&lt;BR /&gt; Could learn to shape my action to it.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; by S.E. Kiser&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Did I send this one already? Don't have time to look back but if I did, here&lt;BR /&gt; it is again:&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; SCARS&lt;BR /&gt; Author Unknown&lt;BR /&gt; June 12, 2012&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida a little boy&lt;BR /&gt; decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door,&lt;BR /&gt; leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. He flew into the&lt;BR /&gt; water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an&lt;BR /&gt; alligator was swimming toward the shore.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; His mother, in the house was looking out the window, saw the two as&lt;BR /&gt; they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, she ran toward the&lt;BR /&gt; water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could. Hearing her voice,&lt;BR /&gt; the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his mother.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; It was too late. Just as he reached her, the alligator reached him.&lt;BR /&gt; From the dock, the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as&lt;BR /&gt; the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war&lt;BR /&gt; between the two.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; The alligator was much stronger than the mother, but the mother was&lt;BR /&gt; much too passionate to let go.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; A farmer happened to drive by, heard her screams, raced from his&lt;BR /&gt; truck, took aim and shot the alligator.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy&lt;BR /&gt; survived.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal.&lt;BR /&gt; And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his mother's fingernails&lt;BR /&gt; dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked&lt;BR /&gt; if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And&lt;BR /&gt; then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my&lt;BR /&gt; arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my mom&lt;BR /&gt; wouldn't let go."&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No,&lt;BR /&gt; not from an alligator, or anything quite so dramatic. But, the scars&lt;BR /&gt; of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused&lt;BR /&gt; us deep regret.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you. The&lt;BR /&gt; Scripture teaches that God loves you. If you have Christ in your life,&lt;BR /&gt; you have become a child of God. He wants to protect you and provide&lt;BR /&gt; for you in every way.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations. The&lt;BR /&gt; swimming hole of life is filled with peril - and we forget that the&lt;BR /&gt; enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-o-war begins, and if&lt;BR /&gt; you have the scars of His love on your arms be very, very grateful.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; He did not - and will not - let you go. Time is a very precious gift&lt;BR /&gt; of God; so precious that it's only given to us moment by moment.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Enjoy the rest of tonight and Wednesday - may you find all kinds of&lt;BR /&gt; blessings that you ordinarily take for granted. God bless you all.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 13 Jun 2012 00:52:30 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>gloriajean</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2012-06-13T00:52:30Z</dc:date>
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