NOW THAT'S GOD
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.
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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