Running Through The Rain
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.
It was pouring outside.
The kind of rain that gushes over the tops of rain gutters,
so much in a hurry to hit the Earth it had no time to flow down
the spout.
Drains in the nearby parking lot were filled to
capacity and some were blocked so that huge puddles laced around
parked cars.
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. Her 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,"
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.
I want to believe that
somewhere down the road in life, Mom will find herself
reflecting back on moments they spent together, captured like
pictures in the scrapbook of her cherished memories.
Maybe when she watches proudly as her daughter graduates,
or as her daddy walks her down the aisle on her wedding day.
She will laugh again.
Her heart will beat a little faster.
Her smile will tell the world they love each other.
But only they... will share that precious moment, when they ran
through the rain believing that God would get them through.
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, 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!
I believe that friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet
when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.
I HOPE YOU WILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN