It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen
rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped
giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the
earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers
before it was through.
Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous
process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process
had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and
filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off.
If we didn't see some rain soon...we would lose everything. It was on this
day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only
miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making
lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my
six-year-old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn't walking
with the usual carefree abandon of a youth but with a serious
purpose. I could only see his back. He was obviously walking with a
great effort ... trying to be as still as possible. Minutes after he
disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the
house. I went back to making sandwiches; thinking that whatever task
he had been doing was completed. Moments later, however, he was once
again walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the woods. This
activity went on for an hour: walking carefully to the woods,
running back to the house.
Finally I couldn't take it any longer and I crept out of the house
and followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be
seen...as he was obviously doing important work and didn't need his
Mommy checking up on him). He was cupping both hands in front of him
as he walked, being very careful not to spill the water he held in
them ... maybe two or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands.
I sneaked close as he went into the woods. Branches and thorns
slapped his little face, but he did not try to avoid them. He had a
much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most
Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to
them. I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with
elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not
threaten him...he didn't even move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a
tiny fawn lying on the ground; obviously suffering from dehydration
and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the
water cupped in my beautiful boy's hand.
When the water was gone,
Billy jumped up to run back to the house and I hid behind a tree.
I followed him back to the house to a spigot to which we had shut
off the water. Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle
began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip, drip slowly
fill up his makeshift "cup," as the sun beat down on his little
And it came clear to me: The trouble he had gotten into for
playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had received
about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he didn't ask
me to help him. It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill
his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in
front of him.
His little eyes just filled with tears. "I'm not wasting," was all
he said. As he began his walk, I joined him...with a small pot of
water from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away.
It was his job.
I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most
beautiful heart I have ever known working so hard to save another
life. As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground,
other drops...and more drops...and more suddenly joined them. I
looked up at the sky. It was as if God, himself, was weeping with
Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence.
Those miracles don't really exist. That it was bound to rain
sometime. And I can't argue with that... I'm not going to try. All I
can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm...just
like the actions of one little boy saved another.
I am writing this in honor the memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken from me much
too soon... But not before showing me the true face of God, in a
little, sunburned body.
*THAT'S GOD *
Have you ever been just sitting there and all of a sudden you feel
like doing something nice for someone you care for?
THAT'S GOD! He speaks to you through the Holy Spirit.
Have you ever been down and out and nobody seems to be around for
you to talk to?
THAT'S GOD! He wants you to speak to Him.
Have you ever been thinking about somebody that you haven't seen in
a long time and then next thing you know you see them or receive a
phone call from them?
THAT'S GOD! There's no such thing as coincidence.
Have you ever received something wonderful that you didn't even ask
for, like money in the mail, a debt that had mysteriously been
cleared, or a coupon to a department store where you had just seen
something you wanted, but couldn't afford.
THAT'S GOD. . He knows the desires of your heart. .
Have you ever been in a situation and you had no clue how it is
going to get better, but now you look back on it?
THAT'S GOD! He passes us through tribulation to see a brighter day.
Don't tell GOD how Big your storm is.
Tell the storm how Big your GOD is!