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!
& your pets, too!