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  • The Water

    1 posts, 1 voices, 328 views, started Jun 23, 2009

    Posted on Tuesday, June 23, 2009 by Denise Richardson


    • Diamond

      The Water

      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

      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 that we had shut off the
      water to. 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. 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.

      Author Unknown


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