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  • That's God

    1 posts, 1 voices, 255 views, started Apr 20, 2009

    Posted on Monday, April 20, 2009 by Denise Richardson


    • Diamond


      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: walk carefully to the woods, run 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 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 laying 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, they were suddenly joined  

      by other drops...and more drops...and more. 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. That
      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. —


      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 talks 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 talk 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 is 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. .


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