Let’s Run through the Rain
Let’s Run through the Rain
<p align=center></p>A little girl 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. </P><P>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. </P><P>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. </P><P>"What?" Mom asked. </P><P>"Let's run through the rain!" she repeated. </P><P>"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied. </P><P>This young child waited about another minute and repeated: "Mom, let's run through the rain." </P><P>"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said. </P><P>"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. </P><P>"This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?" </P><P>"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!" </P><P>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. </P><P>Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. </P><P>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. </P><P>"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. </P><P>Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and, yes, through the puddles. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars. </P><P>And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.
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