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Topic: RAIN (04/18/19)
- TITLE: God's Tears
By Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom
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Wrigley peeked down the hall and shrugged. â€œNah, thatâ€™s nothing. Camden and his piggy friends are way grosser.â€ Shayâ€™s face looked almost gray, and Wrigley noticed she was shivering. She handed her a blanket.
Taking it, Shay scurried out to the hall and started to mop up the mess. Wrigley tugged on her blanket. â€œHey. Stop! Youâ€™re getting my favorite blanket all muddy.â€
â€œWhyâ€™d ya give it to me then?â€
â€œCause youâ€™re shaking. I thought you were cold. Plus I told you not to worry. If Mom gets mad, sheâ€™ll just blame Camden.â€
Shay stared at Wrigley. â€œBut--but thatâ€™s wrong.â€ She started to cry. â€œCamden shouldnâ€™t get a whooppinâ€™ cuz of us.â€
Wrigley thought about Shayâ€™s words. â€œWhoopinâ€™? Whaddya mean?â€
Shayâ€™s cheeks turned pink. â€œNuthinâ€™â€
Taking her hand, Wrigley gently guided her to a sitting position on the bed. She glanced around to make sure Camden wasnâ€™t lurking and whispered, â€œDo your parents hit you?â€ Wrigley felt like puking when Shay nodded and mumbled, â€œJust my dad.â€
As Shay sobbed, Wrigley sat quietly, not knowing what to do. After what felt like forever, she put her arm around Shay and wiped her face with the blanket.
That seemed to bring Shay out of her funk. â€œI thought it was your favorite. Iâ€™m getting snot all over it.â€
Shrugging, Wrigley tried to smile. â€œSnotâ€™s not as bad as mud.â€
â€œYouâ€™re bonkers.â€ Shay nudged Wrigley playfully.
Laughing awkwardly, Wrigley stood up and grabbed a towel from the floor. â€œIâ€™ll clean up the mud with this.â€
After swiping up the mess, they went back into the bedroom. Shay stared at the posters on the wall. A lot of them had sayings about God. She pointed to one and said, â€œEver wonder why God gives some kids cool parents andâ€¦â€ Shay hung her head and gulped.
Wrigley plopped her arm around Shayâ€™s shoulder. â€œYeah, I think everyone does. I asked Grandma once. She didnâ€™t really have a good answer; sheâ€™s like, God lets people make their own choices, and heâ€™s there to help them during bad times.â€
â€œBut, I didnâ€™t choose Dad.â€
â€œNo, but your Dad chooses if heâ€™s gonna get mad or not.â€
Shaking her head, Shay nibbled on her fingernails. â€œI donâ€™t think Dad chooses toâ€¦you know. It just happens. Heâ€™s always sorry afterwards. Maybe God just doesnâ€™t care.â€
Wrigley thought about what she should say. She wanted to make Shay feel better but wasnâ€™t sure how. â€œOnce, during a wicked thunderstorm, I was sleeping at Grandmaâ€™s and was really scared. She let me crawl into bed with her and told me thunder and lightning was just clouds bumping into each other. So Iâ€™m like, whatâ€™s rain?â€ Wrigley took a deep breath and prayed sheâ€™d say the right thing. â€œI remember Grandmaâ€™s voice getting real soft, and she said that rain was Godâ€™s tears. I bet it does make God sad that your dadâ€¦you know. It makes me sad.â€
Shay sighed. â€œBut why doesnâ€™t God stop him?â€
Tears started filling Wrigleyâ€™s eyes too. â€œI donâ€™t know. Another thing Grandma says is what doesnâ€™t kill you, makes you stronger. Maybe Godâ€™s helping you be strong.â€
Just then, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky and thunder rumbled so loud, both girls jumped. Shay pointed to the window. â€œI guess God is really sad right now.â€ They watched the rain pound against the glass.
Shay turned and looked into Wrigleyâ€™s eyes. â€œPromise you wonâ€™t tell.â€
â€œBut--maybe my parents can help.â€
Shay shook her head so hard that her hair slapped her in the face. â€œNo! Promise!â€
Wrigley cracked her knuckles. It was a habit that drove her mother crazy, but it calmed Wrigley down. â€œOkay. I promise. But just for right now. Iâ€™m gonna pray about it. I might have to tell later; but if I do, Iâ€™ll let you know before I tell. Okay?â€
Shay shrugged. â€œI guess.â€ They turned to the window again and saw a rainbow. Shay asked, â€œWhat does your grandma say â€˜bout rainbows?â€
Wrigley grinned. â€œItâ€™s a promise from God. Everythingâ€™s gonna be okay.â€
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