His mother, in the house looking out the window, saw the tragedy that was about to occur. In utter fear, she ran toward the water, yelling to her son as loudly as she could. Upon 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 and heard her screams. Pulling a rifle from his truck, he took aim and shot the alligator.
Remarkably, after several weeks in the hospital, the little boy recovered, although his legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the alligator. A newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma asked ifhe 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!” 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 little boy added, “I have great scars on my arms because my mom wouldn’t let go!”
The hands that carved out the ocean and measured the sky are the same hands that will hold you today. The hands that laid the foundation of the earth and constructed the mountains defend you today. The hands that placed the planets into orbit and leveled the plains protect you today. The hands that were nailed to a cross are the same hands that will comfort you and wipe away your tears. The hands that hold everything together are the hands that will never let you go.
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