“God Never Let Go!”

OK, I decided to take a break from my freelance biding because it’s irritating the hell out of me. I’m sitting in my office room thinking what else I can do…and there’s a lot. But I opted to go through some of my old writings that date back all the way to high school. A loooong time ago, lol. I decided to do a compilation of them and self publish. A whole lot of worms about to come out 🙂 Anyways, I ran into an article that I got back in 2003 from an old co-worker. I thought to myself there is a reason why I’ve kept it for long. As I proceeded to read it my heart kind of stopped. “Oh, I can see why I kept it,” I said to myself. I felt inspired and had to share.

The author is unknown unfortunately. Thank you to whoever it is. Thank you for touching so many with your writing.

“God Never Let Go.”

Some years ago on a hot summer day in 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 a 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 looking out the window, saw as the two 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 the 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 ME 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 deep wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let you 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 is 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 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 any other person’s 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 that you love them too. Enough not to let them go.

Ok…what did you think? My thoughts very quickly. I’m not a religious person. I believe there is a higher being, a creator that we call God. I don’t think it’s a man or woman, I think it’s a higher being. You can interpret this however you want. For me, it meant we must have faith. In humanity, in love, in hope. We all have scars and we all have gone through things. We shouldn’t judge, we should praise. We should get to know people, we should help people. We were created for a reason. That in itself is most valuable. You are loved by our creator, heck even by a stranger. People you don’t’ even know care about you. Trust me, I care. For so many people, so many things. That’s why I live my life with the purpose of helping others. Total complete strangers. No matter what, even in the darkest times, you’re never alone. God, someone out there is thinking of you. Wishing they could just reach out their hand and hold you and take you away from all the pain. I’m sorry that sometimes it doesn’t feel like it, that’s where faith comes in. Don’t give up, don’t let go. We’re out there, the people who you will one day meet that will never let you go. Be strong, believe in yourself.

Mom will never let you go.
Mom will never let you go.

Not the greatest photo of me but my son is a cutie! LOL Humidity. And I was like 15 pounds heavier HAHAHAAAA

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About me…let’s see….I would say I am a TRUE Virgo. If you knew me, then you would so agree. There are quite a few things I care deeply about. Off the top of my head, I would say with much passion, my family, friends, the environment and world peace. Oh and animals. Can't forget them. I think I love animals more than most humans, lol. I believe it’s important to surround yourself with good people. Be picky with who you let in your circle. The environment, the earth does not belong to us. We are merely just visiting for a period of time. So lets no abuse it. World peace, that’s a hard one. It’s not a perfect world, but wouldn't it be wonderful if every child, women and man were safe? We can’t change the world and every single soul living on earth. But one person can make a great difference in the surroundings in which they live. Wouldn't you agree? Let’s not forget what fuels my soul, music. It speaks for me when I can’t. It expresses my feelings when I am unaware of what they are. It has a way of lifting my spirits when I am down. It has this magical power that is able to touch my heart with just lyrics alone. I wouldn't know what I would do without it. Poetry, I love poetry. In all forms...written or spoken.

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