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Today's Message:

"They ran through the rain believing that God would get them through."
by Bob Perks

I listen. That's where my stories come from.
I speak. That's how I get to meet the most incredible people.

But sometimes just listening from afar is enough to fill my heart. I don't
always need to say hello to bring a perfect stranger into my life.
Conversations overheard are lessons in life sometimes even more powerful than
those we are a part of.

This brief encounter filled my day to capacity. If only they knew the gift they
gave me.

She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful brown haired, freckled faced
image of innocence. Her Mom looked like someone from the Walton's 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 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 Wal-Mart.
We waited, some patiently, others aggravated because nature messed up their
hurried day.

I am always mesmerized by rain fall. 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 some where 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 Daddy walks her 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.

Yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.

"I believe in You!"

Bob Perks

Bob@BobPerks.com

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"I wish you enough!"
written by Bob Perks (c) 2001
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"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Goodbye."