Guest guest Posted August 12, 2001 Report Share Posted August 12, 2001 THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL I HAD TO SHARE> > >> > > >> > 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. 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. > > >> > > > >> > His mother in the house was looking out the > > >> > window 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 > > >> > 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 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, 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. No, not from an alligator > > >> > or anything quite so dramatic, 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. If you have Christ > > >> > in your life, you have become a child of God. > > >> > He wants to protect you and provide for you in > > >> > every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade > > >> > into dangerous situations. 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 > > >> > grateful. He did not and will not let you go. > > >> > > > >> > Please pass this on to those you love. If you > > >> > see someone without a smile, stop ... and give > > >> > them yours. (:-) 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. That is why > > >> > it is soooo important that we are not selfish > > >> > to receive the blessings of these messages > > >> > without forwarding them to someone else. > > >> > Please pass it on or print it out and send it > > >> > to someone else. It is more blessed to give > > >> > that to receive. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 12, 2001 Report Share Posted August 12, 2001 THANKS MOM BEAUTIFUL !!! I PRINTED THIS OUT!! LUV U JO http://community.webtv.net/jowaca/JOSFAVORITEPICTURES THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL I HAD TO SHARE> > >> > > >> > 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. 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. > > >> > > > >> > His mother in the house was looking out the > > >> > window 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 > > >> > 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 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, 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. No, not from an alligator > > >> > or anything quite so dramatic, 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. If you have Christ > > >> > in your life, you have become a child of God. > > >> > He wants to protect you and provide for you in > > >> > every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade > > >> > into dangerous situations. 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 > > >> > grateful. He did not and will not let you go. > > >> > > > >> > Please pass this on to those you love. If you > > >> > see someone without a smile, stop ... and give > > >> > them yours. (:-) 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. That is why > > >> > it is soooo important that we are not selfish > > >> > to receive the blessings of these messages > > >> > without forwarding them to someone else. > > >> > Please pass it on or print it out and send it > > >> > to someone else. It is more blessed to give > > >> > that to receive. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 12, 2001 Report Share Posted August 12, 2001 GREAT STORY, HAD TO PASS THIS ON! HUGS, BIRDSONG > THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL I HAD TO SHARE > > > >> > > > >> > 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. 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. > > > >> > > > > >> > His mother in the house was looking out the > > > >> > window 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 > > > >> > 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 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, 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. No, not from an alligator > > > >> > or anything quite so dramatic, 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. If you have Christ > > > >> > in your life, you have become a child of God. > > > >> > He wants to protect you and provide for you in > > > >> > every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade > > > >> > into dangerous situations. 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 > > > >> > grateful. He did not and will not let you go. > > > >> > > > > >> > Please pass this on to those you love. If you > > > >> > see someone without a smile, stop ... and give > > > >> > them yours. (:-) 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. That is why > > > >> > it is soooo important that we are not selfish > > > >> > to receive the blessings of these messages > > > >> > without forwarding them to someone else. > > > >> > Please pass it on or print it out and send it > > > >> > to someone else. It is more blessed to give > > > >> > that to receive. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 13, 2001 Report Share Posted August 13, 2001 Robin... Good story, Thanks, hon ! 8^) GREAT STORY, HAD TO PASS THIS ON! HUGS, BIRDSONG > THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL I HAD TO SHARE > > > >> > > > >> > 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. 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. > > > >> > > > > >> > His mother in the house was looking out the > > > >> > window 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 > > > >> > 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 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, 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. No, not from an alligator > > > >> > or anything quite so dramatic, 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. If you have Christ > > > >> > in your life, you have become a child of God. > > > >> > He wants to protect you and provide for you in > > > >> > every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade > > > >> > into dangerous situations. 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 > > > >> > grateful. He did not and will not let you go. > > > >> > > > > >> > Please pass this on to those you love. If you > > > >> > see someone without a smile, stop ... and give > > > >> > them yours. (:-) 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. That is why > > > >> > it is soooo important that we are not selfish > > > >> > to receive the blessings of these messages > > > >> > without forwarding them to someone else. > > > >> > Please pass it on or print it out and send it > > > >> > to someone else. It is more blessed to give > > > >> > that to receive. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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