A little girl had been shopping with her Mum in Target. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout.. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target.
We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.
The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in 'Mum let's run through the rain,' she said. 'What?' Mum asked.
'Let's run through the rain!' She repeated
'No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit,' Mum replied.
This young child waited about another minute and repeated: 'Mum, let's run through the rain,'
'We'll get soaked if we do,' Mum said.
'No, we won't, Mum. That's not what you said this morning,' the young girl said as she tugged at her Mum's arm.
This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?
'Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!'
The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently.
No one came or left in the next few minutes.
Mum paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.
'Honey, you are absolutely right, Let's run through the rain. If GOD let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing,' Mum said.
Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through
the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.
And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.
Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories. So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.
I HOPE YOU STILL TAKE THE TIME TO RUN THROUGH THE RAIN.
Run in the Rain!!
Friday, September 18, 2009
| A psychodelic thought of
.:L.O.R.D.N.I.K.O.N:.
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Thursday, September 3, 2009
| A psychodelic thought of
.:L.O.R.D.N.I.K.O.N:.
I'm tired of this world
I'm tired of your face
I'm tired of being here
So fuck the human race
I'm tired of the wannabes
I'm tired of the crowd
I'm tired of your voice
So stop being so loud
I'm tired of the people
I'm tired of the hypocrites
I'm tired of the drooling woman
So just keep on your pants
I'm tired of being used
I'm tired of being forgotten
I'm tired of your lies
So forget the mess you got me in
I'm tired of my complaining
I'm tired of bitch and moan
I'm tired of your company
So leave me the fuck alone
I'm tired of not caring
I'm tired of your alibis
I'm tired of you
Giving up on saving my life
So fuck the human race
I'm tired of the wannabes
I'm tired of the crowd
I'm tired of your voice
So stop being so loud
I'm tired of the people
I'm tired of the hypocrites
I'm tired of the drooling woman
So just keep on your pants
I'm tired of being used
I'm tired of being forgotten
I'm tired of your lies
So forget the mess you got me in
I'm tired of my complaining
I'm tired of bitch and moan
I'm tired of your company
So leave me the fuck alone
I'm tired of not caring
I'm tired of your alibis
I'm tired of you
Giving up on saving my life
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