RAIN WASHED

Rain Washed

by Author Unknown

Rain Drops

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 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.

It is an oldie…I have not had time to think of another…will do for tomorrow.

Tania

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  1. This was enough Tania truly.
    I fully identify with; ” A good washing. ” Personally I think that the entire world needs one. Your story, copy-paste or not, was very nice.
    What is wealth? What are possessions? Compared to the touch of a child’s hand when she reaches for warmth? Or the touch of your wife’s hand when she can’t go on? Umm, interesting! Hold memories as hard as life itself, because this shows you, not only what happiness was, but also what life can bring…

  2. Hi Tania…we get bogged down with things over the years that are really not impotent at all…..it sometimes takes a child’s view on life to put things into perspective……we taught our kids about the world and nature……..time maybe to rethink what we once taught…

    1. Hi Star…You certainly made sure blogs were busy today….it does take a child’s view of things to put the things into perspective…I began to realise a while ago what was really important and what was not…..

  3. Haaaa Tania…I have just reread my reply….slight typo mistake….should have read important…….not impotent……anyone willing to start a new blog on the problem…hee hee…..