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She must have been six years old, this beautiful,
brown-haired, freckle-faced image of innocence. Her Mom
looked like someone from the Waltons or a moment captured
by Norman Rockwell. Not that she was old fashioned.
Her brown hair was ear length with enough curl to appear
natural. She had on a pair of tan shorts and a light blue
knit shirt. Her sneakers were white with a blue trim. She
looked like a Mom.
It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that
gushes over the tops of rain gutters, so much
in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow
down the spout. Drains in the nearby parking lot
were filled to capacity, and some were blocked so
that huge puddles laked around parked cars. We all
stood there under the awning and just inside the door
of the Walmart. We waited, some patiently, others
irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.
I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I get 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 come pouring in as a welcome reprieve
from the worries of my day. Her 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
her statement. "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 believers who screamed and laughed like children
all the way to their cars... perhaps inspired by their
faith and trust.
I want to believe that somewhere down the road in life, Mom
will find herself reflecting back on moments they spent
together, captured like pictures in the scrapbook of her
cherished memories. Maybe when she watches proudly as
her daughter graduates, or as her husband walks their
daughter down the aisle on her wedding day, she will
laugh again. Her heart will beat a little faster. Her
smile will tell the world they love each other. But only
two people will share that precious moment when they
ran through the rain believing that God would get them through.
And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.
I hope you all still have time to run through the rain.
PRECIOUS MEMORIES Tammy Wynette and the Masters Five
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