Sunday, June 5, 2011

RAIN....

What a cloudy day this is. S'pose to rain later. I love it when it rains. The sound on the roof. The clean smell. I remember reading a story about a little girl who was born prematurely and wasn't expected to live. Parents at the hospital everyday. Lots of prayers, procedures, care. Some months later they were able to take her home. She continued to improve and grow. One day at the play ground, she was sitting on the swing with her mom. Storm clouds were starting to roll in and the mother said to her, "Well, honey, it looks like rain is coming, we'll have to leave soon." To which the little girl replied, "Yeh, it smells like HIM." And the mom said, "Who?" The little girl said back to her mom, "GOD, it smells like him when he was holding me back when I was so sick. Can I go on the Merry-Go-Round one more time?"

2 comments:

michael ultra said...

I have always thought a rainstorm smelled like Him. Fresh and renewing. Hope you have a blessed day.

SHARON said...

Yeh, me too. Thanks for dropping in.