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It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in
almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The
creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season
that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through.
Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process
of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved
taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with
water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we
Didn’t see some rain soon...we would lose everything. It was on this day
that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I
have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch for my
husband and his brothers when I saw my
Six-year-old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn't walking with
the usual carefree abandon of a youth but with a serious purpose. I could
only see his back. He was obviously walking with a great effort ... trying
to be as still as possible. Minutes after he disappeared into the woods,
he came running out again, toward the house. I went back to making
sandwiches; thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed.
Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful
stride toward the woods. This activity went on for an hour: walking
carefully to the woods, running back to the house.
Finally I couldn't take it any longer and I crept out of the house and
followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be seen...as he was
obviously doing important work and didn't need his Mommy checking up on
him). He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, being very
careful not to spill the water he held in them ... maybe two or three
tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went into
the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face, but he did not try
to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him,
I saw the most amazing site.
Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them.
I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers
was dangerously close. But the buck did not threaten him...he didn't even
move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a tiny fawn lying on the ground;
obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift its head
with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy's hand.
When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and I
hid behind a tree.
I followed him back to the house to a spigot to which we had shut off the
water. Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle began to creep
out. He knelt there, letting the drip, drip slowly fill up his makeshift
"cup," as the sun beat down on his little back. And it came clear to me:
The trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose the week before.
The lecture he had received about the importance of not wasting water. The
reason he didn't ask me to help him. It took almost twenty minutes for the
drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, I was
there in front of him.
His little eyes just filled with tears. "I'm not wasting," was all he
said. As he began his walk, I joined him...with a small pot of water from
the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was his job. I
stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I have
ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that rolled
down my face began to hit the ground, other drops...and more drops...and
more suddenly joined them. I looked up at the sky. It was as if God,
himself, was weeping with pride.
Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. Those
miracles don't really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I
can't argue with that... I'm not going to try. All I can say is that the
rain that came that day saved our farm...just like the actions of one
little boy saved another.
I don't know if anyone will read this...but I had to send it out. To honor
the memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken from me much too soon...
But not before showing me the true face of God, in a little, sunburned
body.
*~THAT'S GOD ~*
Have you ever been just sitting there and all of a sudden you feel like
doing something nice for someone you care for?
THAT'S GOD! He speaks to you through the Holy Spirit
Have you ever been down and out and nobody seems to be around for you to
Talk to?
THAT'S GOD! He wants you to speak to Him.
Have you ever been thinking about somebody that you haven't seen in a long
time and then next thing you know you see them or receive a phone call
from them?
THAT'S GOD! There's no such thing as coincidence.
Have you ever received something wonderful that you didn't even ask for,
like money in the mail, a debt that had mysteriously been cleared, or a
coupon to a department store where you had just seen something you wanted,
but couldn't afford.
THAT'S GOD. . He knows the desires of your heart. .
Have you ever been in a situation and you had no clue how it is going to
get better, but now you look back on it?
THAT'S GOD! He passes us through tribulation to see a brighter day.
DO YOU THINK THAT THIS CARD WAS ACCIDENTALLY SENT TO YOU?
NOPE!
Please pass this along and share the Power of God.
In all that we do, we need to totally give HIM Thanks and our blessings
will continue to multiply.
NOW THAT'S GOD!!!!!!!!
Don't tell GOD how Big your storm is.
Tell the storm how Big your GOD is!
HAVE A BLESSED DAY
GOD LOVES YOU |
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