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 begins.

If you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He will not ever let you go.

Never judge other persons scars, because you don't know how they got them.

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10 Comments With Humanity:

mauniejames3 said...

wow what a tremendous feeling this has left me with...I go from being angry at God to not believing in him but this was an awesome post...I loved the plight of the young boy and the tremendous strength of the Mom...what a great symbol that mom is...

ndpthepoetress - Jeane Michelle Culp said...

Hello MaunieJames from Maunie's World! I also go from 'beng angry at God to not believing in Him', but then I remind myself about my post, Is God To Blame?; perhaps reading such will help you to also understand this dilemma many of us may experience. BTW: Congrats on your new blog site Gal! And Hugs from the Universe to you and your Family!

mauniejames3 said...

right back at you Jeane...have a little award for you at maunies world...when you have a moment pick it up please...

Speedcat Hollydale said...

I thinks it's always important to remember that the Earth is a free place, and where we all "become ourselves".
This is not a perfect world, full of pain, sadness, happiness, love, and every other emotion possible. How else could we possibly evolve as an individual?
Heaven is where pain and suffering ends.
Ask the father to hold on, and indeed he will.
Excellent story

ndpthepoetress - Jeane Michelle Culp said...

Thank You Speedcat Hollydale, what insightfully wise words; especially “How else could we possibly evolve as an individual?”. Such reminds me of an internet quote: “BARBARA WALTERS: Isn't that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart-warming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its lifelong dream of crossing the road.”

ndpthepoetress - Jeane Michelle Culp said...

Thank YOu Maunie from Maunie's World! :)

Eastcoastdweller said...

If there is a God, I am not angry at Him, though there is much pain in the universe, for how could He be omniscient without suffering right along with us as we hurt?

I want to believe but I don't know how to make it work anymore, how to convince both my heart and head.

To feel, as I once felt. To know, too, to displace the doubts that wisdom teeth and candiru and the long lives of horrible people stir up in me.

AngelBaby said...

What a wonderful story, just beautiful. Yes, we all have scars from life, how we look at them makes them beautiful or ugly. I have learned so much from every one of them that they are all a special treasure.

I have tagged you so come by and see.

Love and Blessings,

ndpthepoetress - Jeane Michelle Culp said...

eastcoastdweller, though your heart and head maybe conflicted your words are wise beyond any monumental established faith and I can not Thank You enough. For most definitely, ‘God surely must be suffering right along with us’.

ndpthepoetress - Jeane Michelle Culp said...

Hello AngelBaby! Miss u! To learn from the scars is truly the secret. You are insightful beyond your years. I will be by soon and thanks for the tag and Blessings Dear.

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