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     She had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful brown 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 Wal-Mart. We waited, some patiently, others 4)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: "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.

¡¡¡¡To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven. I hope you still take the time to run through the rain.

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