Let's run through the rain

LET'S RUN THROUGH THE RAIN
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>A little girl had been shopping with her Granddaddy in Wal-Mart. She must
have been 6 years old, this beautiful blonde hair, an 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.
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>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 come pouring in as a
welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.
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>The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all
caught in "Granddaddy, let's run through the rain," she said. "What?"
Granddaddy asked. "Let's run through the rain!" She repeated.
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>"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Granddaddy replied.
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>This young child waited about another minute and repeated: "Granddaddy,
let's
>run through the rain," "We'll get soaked if we do," Granddaddy said.
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>"No, we won't, Granddaddy. That's not what you said this morning," the
young
>girl said as she tugged at her Granddaddy's arm.
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>This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get
wet?
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>"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Grandmama about her cancer,
you
>said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!"
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>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.
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>Granddaddy paused and thought for a moment about what he would say. Now
some
>would laugh it off and scold him 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.
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>"Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If GOD lets
us
>get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Granddaddy said.
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>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.
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>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 our precious memories...So, don't forget to make time and
take the opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a
season and a time to every purpose under heaven.
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>A friend sent this to me to remind me of life. Hope you enjoy it.
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>I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN. Tweet