r. 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 an 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 er 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 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 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 Mom wouldn't let
go."

You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars,
too. 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.

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'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.

Never judge another person's scars, because you don't know
how they were made.

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