Running In The Rain
--by brighteyes, posted Sep 29, 2007
"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. Memories of running, splashing so caref ree 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.
"Lets 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 lets 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.
Smiles from Brighteyes ;)
Smiles from Brighteyes ;)
What did other people do at last?
"When you see handsome people or fine trees, pronounce the benediction: Praised be He who created beautiful things."--Tseefta: Berakot
Good to touch souls with you:)
Beautiful story and so true,time flys by,you have to treasure those special moments especially with children who grow up so fast.
Gone so quick are the magical cuddles that can cure almost all ailments and emotional upsets,and your little boy is now a young man.
I will always keep my, Running in the Rain, and Building Sand Castles mentality, looking for new challengers and ways to help others keeps you young.
Thank you too brighteyes for being such a kind caring person sharing your thoughts and time to make our lives brighter.
YOU MADE MY DAY.
LOTS OF SUNBEAMS AND RAINBOWS TO YOU.
KEEP ON RUNNING IN THE RAIN.
CUDDLES AND SMILES
I love rain myself never opens the umbrella when its raining like to get wet and enjoy what is gifted to me The happiness of getting wet.
Sometime we learn from people who are so young, KIDS.
Keep smiling :)