>Read this to the end. It will lift you it lifted me.
>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 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
>If you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He
>will not ever let you go.
> If you wish, you can 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 you!