Tuesday, August 30, 2011


My cousin sent me the following forward email today. No lie, I usually hate the things, but she sends pretty good ones, not the crap ones that try to guilt you into forwarding it.  My cousin gets me. She is probably the closest thing to a sister that I have or will ever have. I can't tell you how dear to my heart she is. Anyway, I felt sobered after reading this:

A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red 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, just inside the door of the Wal- Mart. 
 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 came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day. 
 Her little 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 a 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 left. 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 need 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 got soaked. 

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. 

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 your precious memories...So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories every day. 

To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven. 


They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. 

Send this to the people you'll never forget and remember to also send it to the person who sent it to you. It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget them. 

If you don't send it to anyone, it means you're in a hurry. 

Take the time to live!!! 

Keep in touch with your friends, you never know when you'll need each other -- 
And don't forget to run in the rain!  

Lately, especially since my Papa died, I've been awed by the lessons I'm constantly taught by my kids. Particularly, Bailey. She has a REALLY big spirit inside of her. Sometimes, I feel like her understanding is far greater than mine, or maybe it's just her childlike perspective. Whichever, it is sometimes very humbling and sobering to listen to her little songs or dialogues that she makes up but inserts her current thoughts into. I am caught off guard many times. Lately, Papa has ended up in those songs {naturally}. So this email hit home. 

On that note, I have been somewhat numb since he died. I literally do not think that my psyche can reconcile the fact that he's actually gone. I can feel it setting in slowly, and at some point in the near future, I'm pretty sure it's going to hit me, and I'm going to lose it. So when the posts stop, just know, I'm taking a little break until I'm not crazy anymore. Then I'll be back :) In fact, I seriously thought this email was going to send me over the edge, but I have a very active little Bailey who won't stop vying for my attention... SO no time to lose it now. 

Thanks for tuning in. 

1 comment:

  1. I think this originated in the UK as the original name of the store was Spar and someone (probably an American) changed it to Wal-Mart:


    Nice story but probably all lies.