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 and just inside the door of the
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.
running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as
a welcome reprieve from
the worries of my day.
The 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
"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows
down a bit," Mom replied.
This young child waited about another minute
and repeated: "Mom, let's run
through the rain,"
"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom
"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 who
screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.
And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed
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 everyday. To everything
there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.
A friend sent this to me to remind me of life.
Hope you enjoy it.
I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH
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
you'll need each other -- and don't forget to run in the rain!
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THE SMELL OF RAIN
A cold dark wind danced around the dead of
night in Dallas as the Doctor walked into a small hospital room
of Diana Blessing. Still groggy from the surgery, her husband
David held her hand as they braced themselves for the latest
news. That afternoon of March 10, 1991, complications had forced
Diana, only 24-weeks pregnant, to undergo an emergency Cesarean
to deliver the couple's new daughter, Danae Lou Blessing.
At 12 inches long and weighing only one pound
and nine ounces, they already knew she was perilously premature.
Still the doctor's soft words dropped like bombs. "I don't
think she's going to make it," he said as kindly as he
could. "There is only a 10% chance she will live through
the night, and even then, if by some slim chance she does make
it, her future could be a very cruel one." Numb with disbelief,
David and Diana listened as the doctor described the devastating
problems Danae would likely face if she survived. She would
never walk, she would never talk, and she would certainly be
prone to other catastrophic conditions from cerebral palsy to
complete mental retardation, and on and on.
"No! No!" was all Diana could say.
She and David, with their five-year-old son Dustin, had long
dreamed of the day they would have a daughter to become a family
of four. Now, within a matter of hours, that dream was slipping
away. Through the dark hours of morning as Danae held onto life
by the thinnest thread, Diana slipped in and out of sleep, growing
more and more determined that their tiny daughter would live
- and live to be a healthy, and happy little girl. But David,
fully awake and listening to additional dire details of their
daughter's chances of ever leaving the hospital alive, much
less healthy, knew he must confront his wife with the inevitable.
David walked in and said they needed to talk about making funeral
arrangements. Diana remembers, "I felt so bad for him because
he was doing everything, trying to include me in what was going
to happen, no way! I don't care what the doctors say. Danae
is not going to die!"
As if willed to live by Diana's determination,
Danae clung to life hour after hour, with the help of every
medical machine and marvel her miniature body could endure.
But as those first days passed, a new agony set in for David
and Diana. Because Danae's underdeveloped nervous system was
essentially "raw", the lightest kiss or caress only
intensified her discomfort, so they couldn't even cradle their
tiny baby girl against their chests to offer the strength of
their love. All they could do, as Danae struggled alone beneath
the ultraviolet light in the tangle of tubes and wires, was
pray that God would stay close to their precious little girl.
There was never a moment when Danae suddenly grew stronger.
But as the weeks went by, she did slowly gain an ounce of strength
At last, when Danae turned two months old,
her parents were able to hold her in their arms for the very
first time. And two months later, though doctors continued to
gently but grimly warn that her chances of surviving, much less
living any kind of normal life, were next to zero, Danae went
home from the hospital, just as her mother had predicted.
Today, five years later, Danae is a petite
but feisty young girl with glittering gray eyes and an unquenchable
zest for life. She shows no signs, whatsoever, of any mental
or physical impairments. Simply she is everything a little
girl can be and more - but that happy ending is far from the
end of her story.
One blistering afternoon in the summer of 1996
near her home in Irving, Texas, Danae was sitting in her mother's
lap in the bleachers of a local ball park where her brother
Dustin's baseball team was practicing. As always, Danae was
chattering non-stop with her mother and several other adults
sitting nearby when she suddenly fell silent. Hugging her arms
across her chest, Danae asked, "Do you smell that?"
Smelling the air and detecting the approach of a thunderstorm,
Diana replied, "Yes, it smells like rain." Danae closed
her eyes and again asked, "Do you smell that?" Once
again her mother replied, "Yes, I think we're about to
get wet. It smells like rain." Still caught in the moment,
Danae shook her head, patted her thin shoulders with her small
hands and loudly announced, "No, it smells like him. It
smells like God when you lay your head on his chest." Tears
blurred Diana's eyes as Danae then happily hopped down to play
with the other children. Before the rains came, her daughter's
words confirmed that Diana and all the members of the Blessing
family had known, at least in their hearts all along.
During those long days and night of her first
two months of her life, when her nerves were too sensitive for
them to touch her, God was holding Danae on his chest and it
is his loving scent that she remembers so well.
"For the grace of God has appeared, bringing
salvation to all men."
Added February 21, 2002, addition July 29, 2003
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