Making It Through The Rain


She 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. We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature

messed up their hurried day.

I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I get 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 come pouring in as a

welcome reprieve from the worries of my day. Her 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 the opportunities to make memories

every day!

To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under

heaven. A friend sent this to me to remind me of life, hope you enjoy

it. I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE

RAIN.