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Page 26 |
The Face of
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 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 laying onthe
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.
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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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