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Topic: Rain (09/07/04)

TITLE: Blessing in a Ditch
By Joyce Poet
09/07/04

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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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Mary Elder-Criss09/13/04
Ah! Such sweet memories indeed. If only we could sometimes stop the "clock" and just focus on the joy and innocence in the world. A lady in our church sang a song yesterday about thanking God for such simple things, and how blessed they truly are in our lives. Thanks for the reminder, I think God is telling me something!

With love,
mary
Kenny Paul Clarkson09/13/04
Treava,

This reminds me of my kids when they were little. Walk them across a parking lot after a rain and they would walk THROUGH the puddles instead of around. Did I say "walk?" I meant STOMP through the puddles.

Great article.
Lucian Thompson09/13/04
Treava, You are so good at expressing your feelings with words. I always enjoy your written expressions on life, love, sadness, joy, and all the little things that make up your world. Beautiful!
Teresa Lee Rainey09/13/04
Children have such a way of changing our view on so many things. You captured that.
God Bless,
Teresa
Linda Germain 09/13/04
Playing in the rain touches a place in the child in all of us. You have captured the simplicity and innocence of that natural inclination so sweetly. :0)