Foxfire
June 10th, 2005, 11:10
A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in
Target. 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
Target.
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 lets
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 the 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.
Target. 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
Target.
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 lets
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 the 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.