Motivational: A Walk In The Rain (Foodforthought)

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A WALK IN THE RAIN
Author Unknown
October 19, 2009

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She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful brown haired, freckled-
faced Image of innocence. Her Mom looked like someone from the
Walton’s or a moment captured by Norman Rockwell. Not that she was old-
fashioned. Her brown hair was ear length with enough curl to appear
natural. She had on a pair of tan shorts and light blue knit shirt.
Her sneakers were white with a blue trim. She looked like a Mom. 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 has 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 made
lakes around parked cars. We all stood there under the awning and just
inside the door of the WalMart. We waited, some patiently, others
irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always
mesmerized by rain fall. 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 her
statement. “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 loom into faith.

“Honey, you are absolutely right. Let’s run through the rain. If God
lets us et wet, well maybe we just needed washing,” Mom said. Then off
they ran. We ll stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted
past the cars and es through the puddles. They held their shopping
bags over their heads just n case. They got soaked. But they were
followed by a few believers who creamed and laughed like children all
the way to their cars. Perhaps nspired by their faith and trust. I
want to believe that somewhere down the oad in life, Mom will find
herself reflecting back on moments they spent ogether, captured like
pictures in the scrapbook of her cherished memories.

Maybe when she watches proudly as her daughter graduates. Or as her
Daddy alks her down the aisle on her wedding day. She will laugh
again. Her heart ill beat a little faster. Her smile will tell the
world they love each ther.

But only two people will share that precious moment when they ran
through he rain believing that God would get them through. And Yes, I
did. I ran. I ot wet. I needed washing.

To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under the
eaven.” Ecclesiastes 3:1