A little girl had been shopping with her mum. 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 shop.
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.
The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all
caught in, 'Mummy, let's run through the rain,' she said. 'What?' mum asked.
'Let's run through the rain!' She repeated. 'No, darling. We'll wait
until it slows down a bit,' her mum replied. This young child waited about
another minute and repeated, 'Mummy, let's run through the rain.' We'll get
soaked if we do,' her mum said. 'No, we won't, mummy. That's not what you
said this morning,' the young girl said as she tugged at her mum'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. Her mum 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.
'Darling, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If God
let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing,' her mum 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 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
opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a season
and a time to every purpose under heaven.
I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.