Post by Admin on Aug 21, 2004 12:41:52 GMT -5
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
tablesthingys 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.
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 ~*
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. .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
DO YOU THINK THAT YOUR READING THIS BY ACCIDENT?
NOPE!
I was thinking of You! Please pass this along and share the Power of
God.
In all that we do, we should totally give HIM thanks and our blessings
will continue to multiply This message was sent to me by a close
friend so please pass it on to all of your good friends. Keep this
going for an eternity.
NOW THAT'S GOD!!!!!!!!
Don't tell GOD how big your storm is .
Tell the storm how big your GOD is!
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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
tablesthingys 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.
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 ~*
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. .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
DO YOU THINK THAT YOUR READING THIS BY ACCIDENT?
NOPE!
I was thinking of You! Please pass this along and share the Power of
God.
In all that we do, we should totally give HIM thanks and our blessings
will continue to multiply This message was sent to me by a close
friend so please pass it on to all of your good friends. Keep this
going for an eternity.
NOW THAT'S GOD!!!!!!!!
Don't tell GOD how big your storm is .
Tell the storm how big your GOD is!
christiantraders.com/forum