This blessed me. I hope it does the same for you…,



Hi,
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.
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 father, ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he
could.
Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to
swim to his father. It was too late . Just as he reached his father,
the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his 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 father, but the father was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his 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 father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he 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 Dad " 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 there holding on to 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'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 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 another persons scars, because you don't know how they
got them. Also, it is so important that we are not 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 too enough to not let them go.

You are more than sparrows.

So true and so reassuring.
Thanks.

God bless u for posting this.
am touched.

Thanks for sharing!

Sharing what?

thanks for this post. this is very inspiring ,

thanks for story.
am inspired!

@poster,
Thanks for sharing this writeup with us, i'm imspired, God bless you.

what a wonderful father,just like mine. RIP Baami

Man-eater:

This blessed me. I hope it does the same for you…,



Hi,
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.
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 father, ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he
could.
Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to
swim to his father. It was too late . Just as he reached his father,
the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his 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 father, but the father was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his 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 father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he 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 Dad " 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 there holding on to 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'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 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 another persons scars, because you don't know how they
got them. Also, it is so important that we are not 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 too enough to not let them go.

You are more than sparrows.

Wow, this is truly inspiring, really deep

This is indeed a didactic piece!
Am loving it. Dear poster, thanks so much for sharing. I have learnt and would share too.