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It was difficult to find a purpose for, a blessing within, that torrential storm that repeatedly threatened to knock out the electricity except that it also threatened to knock out some of the miserable Texas heat. Even that seemed a curse, however, as the temporary cooling promised even more miserable humidity for tomorrow.
It’s a little late to give it credit for the foliage growth to follow such a soaking as summer nears an end and we, surprisingly, have not had a shortage of rain. In fact, by grace, we’ve had more than our fair share this summer.
What I would not have done at that moment to own a camcorder. A still life portrait could not have captured the sound of the children’s high pitched laughter that reverberated, even stole through my air. And my heart was stilled by the wonder in the children’s fascination of a ditch filled with rainwater. Their bathing in muddy, fresh cut grass was, somehow, a greater treat to them than the knee deep puddle would have been had the water been a warm, clean sauna.
How sweet is the sound of “Look at me!” just before the running splash of one wearing a heavily soaked diaper, a smile stretched from ear to ear, and happiness for the simplicity of such a sweet and momentary blessing left behind such a so-called ugly thunderstorm.
Perhaps the emotion that swept over me in that moment of time was camcorder enough to treasure the site for a lifetime.
© Treava Tijerina
Acts 14:17 Nevertheless he left not himself without witness, in that he did good, and gave us rain from heaven, and fruitful seasons, filling our hearts with food and gladness.
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