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Sometimes it is good to hear a story like this one.....
Running Through The Rain
It was pouring outside-- the kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain
gutters. We all stood just inside the door of the Walmart, waiting, some
patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.
I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I get lost in the sight and sounds of
the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running
and splashing as a child were a welcome reprieve from a worrisome day.
She had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years
old, this beautiful brown-haired, freckle-faced image of innocence. Her
voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in.
"Mom, let's run through the rain," she suggested.
"No, honey, we'll get soaked. Wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.
"No, we won't, Mom! You said so this morning," the young girl said, as she
tugged at her Mom's arm.
"This morning? What did I say this morning?"
"Don't you remember? 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. You couldn't hear anything but the
rain. We all stood silently. Mom paused and thought for a moment. This was
a moment of affirmation in a young child's life-- a time when innocent trust
can be either nurtured so that it will bloom into faith, or crushed.
"Honey, you are absolutely right; let's run through the rain. If God let's
us get wet, maybe we just need washing!" Mom said. Then off they ran.
We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars
and yes, through the puddles. They got soaked, but they were followed by
some who laughed and shrieked like children all the way to their cars.
And, yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.
Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, your money,
even your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories.
So, take the time and the opportunities to make memories every day!
Take time to run through the rain!
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