A little girl had been shopping with her Mom. She must have been about 6 years old; this beautiful, red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. It was the kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters. In such a hurry to hit the earth, it has no time to flow down water spouts.
We all stood there, under the awning, just inside the door of the store. We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature had 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 as carefree as a child came pouring in – a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.
Her little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance in which we all found ourselves.
“Mom, let’s run through the rain,” she said.
“Let’s run through the rain!” the child repeated.
“No, honey,” came the reply. “We’ll wait until it slows down a bit.”
The young child waited a 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 fell silent. I swear you couldn’t hear anything but the rain. No one left. Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off the young girl 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 lets us get wet, well maybe we just need 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 got soaked. They were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.
And yes, I did.
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.
End note: It was surprisingly difficult to find a picture of a young girl in the rain.