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Tuesday, 23 December 2008
01:33:39 PM (GMT)


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 through 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 through 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 pantlegs. 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 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 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. 

Also, it is so important that we are not too selfish to receive the blessings of
these messages without forwarding them to someone else. 

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

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