June 7, 2006

• Lightning
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  A little girl walked to and from school daily.

  
  

  
  

  Though the weather that morning was

  
  

  
  

  questionable and clouds were forming,
  she made her daily trek to the elementary

  
  

  
  

  school.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped
  up, along with thunder and lightning.
  
  The mother of the little girl felt concerned that
  her daughter would be frightened as she walked

  
  

  
  

  home from school and she herself feared that
  the electrical storm might harm her child.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  Following the roar of thunder, lightning,

  
  

  
  

  like a flaming sword, would cut through the sky.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  Full of concern, the mother quickly got into her car
  and drove along the route to her child's school.

  
  

  
  

  As she did so, she saw her little girl walking
  along, but at each flash of lightning, the child
  would stop, look up and smile.

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  Another and another were to follow quickly
  and with each the little girl would look at the

  
  

  
  

  streak of light and smile.
  
  When the mother's car drew up beside the child she
  lowered the window and called to her, "What are you

  
  

  
  

  doing? Why do you keep stopping?"

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  The child answered, "I am trying to look pretty.

  
  

  
  

  God keeps taking my picture."

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