One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streets of town,
taking those extra precautions necessary when the roads are wet and
Suddenly, my son Matthew spoke up from his relaxed position in the front
seat. "Mom, I'm thinking of something."
This announcement usually meant he had been pondering some fact for a
while, and was now ready to expound all that his seven-year-old mind had
discovered. I was eager to hear.
"What are you thinking?" I asked.
"The rain;" he began, "is like sin, and the windshield wipers are like God
wiping our sins away."
After the chill bumps raced up my arms I was able to respond.
"That's really good, Matthew."
Then my curiosity broke in. How far would this little boy take this
So I asked... "Do you notice how the rain keeps on coming? What does that
Matthew didn't hesitate one moment with his answer: "We keep on sinning,
God just keeps on forgiving us."
I will always remember this whenever I turn my wipers on.
Isn't it distressing to know that when you forward this message you
will not send it to many on your address list because you're not sure what
>they believe, or what they will think of you for sending it to them.
Funny how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than
what God thinks of me. Are you thinking?