Beautiful story
July 22, 2007
This is a nice (if a little cheesy) story a friend sent me to remind me to make the most of every moment in life. I hope you enjoy it! 
A little girl had been shopping with her Mum in Checkers. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckled face picture 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 ground it has no time to flow down the spout.
We all stood there, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried lives. I am always mesmerised by rainfall. I got lost in the sight and sound of the heavens washing away the dust and dirt of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of the day.
The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in. “Mum, let’s run through the rain.” she said.
“What ? ” Mum asked“Let’s run through the rain! ” she repeated
“No, honey we’ll wait till it eases down a bit.” Mum replied
The little girl waited for a minute and then repeated “Please, let’s run through the rain. “
“We’ll get soaked. ” Mum said
“No we won’t Mum, that’s what you said this morning. ” the young girl said as she tugged at her Mum’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 dropped dead silent, all you could hear was the rain. We all stood silently, no one came or left for a few minutes.
Mum paused and thought what she should say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child’s life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so it will bloom into faith.
“Honey, you are absolutely right. Let’s run through the rain, if God lets us get wet then maybe we need washing! ” Mum 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 were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children as they ran to their cars.
And yes, I did. I ran, I needed washing.
