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Date: Wed, 19 Jul 2006 10:19:43 GMT
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On Tue, 18 Jul 2006 17:24:55 -0700, The Bear <Thebear@cave.com> wrote:
>A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have
>been 6 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 Wal-Mart.
>
>A Run Through the Rain
>
>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, "Mom, let's run through the rain" she said.
>
>"What?" Mom asked.
>
> Let's run through the rain!" She repeated.
>
>"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.
>
>This young child waited about another minute and repeated, "Mom, let's run
>through the rain."
>
>"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said.
>
>"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl
>said as she tugged at her Mom'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.
>
>Mom 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," 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 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.
>
>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 opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a
>season and a time to every purpose under heaven.
>
>I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.
What a lovely little anecdote!
A sugary, sentimental confection it may be, but quite uplifting.
Thanks
Mephi
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