In the Rain . . .‏

A little girl had been shopping with her Mother at Sears. She must
have been 15 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image
of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes
over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it
has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the
awning and just inside the door of the Sears.
We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed
up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost
in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust
of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child
came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.
The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we
were all caught in. "Mum let's run through the rain," she said. "What?"
Mum asked. "Lets run through the rain!" She repeated. "No, honey.
We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mum replied. This young child
waited about another minute and repeated, "Mum, let's run through
the rain," "We'll get soaked if we do," Mum said. "No, we won't, Mum.
That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she
tugged at her Mum's arm. This morning? When did I say we could run
through the rain and not get wet? "Don't you remember? When you were
talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us
through this, he can get us through anything!"
The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear
anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left
in the next few minutes. The Mother paused and thought for a moment
about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her
for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was
a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent
trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith. "Honey, you
are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If GOD let's us
get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mum said.
Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as
they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held
their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked.
But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children
all the way to their cars. And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet.
I needed washing.


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* Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions,
they can take away your money, and they can take away your health.
But no one can ever take away your precious memories. So, don't forget
to make time and take the opportunities to make memories every day.
To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under
Heaven.


* From Where I Sit!
www.fromwhereisit.co
March 20