The Rain : Thomas Kinkade

Stop at the picture for a second, and watch the rain… then read on…

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 slick.

Suddenly, my daughter, Aspen, spoke up from her relaxed position
in her seat. “Dad, I’m
thinking of something.”

This announcement usually meant she had been pondering some
fact for a while, and was now ready to expound
all that her six-year-old mind had
I was eager to hear.

“What are you thinking?” I asked.

“The rain,” she 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, Aspen.”  Then my curiosity broke in.
How far would this little girl take this revelation?

So I asked… “Do you notice how the rain keeps on coming?
What does that tell! you?”

Aspen didn’t hesitate one moment with her answer:
“We keep on sinning, and God just keeps on forgiving us.”

I will always remember this whenever I turn my wipers on.

In order to see the rainbow, you must first endure some rain.

I would rather live my life as if there is a God,
and die to find out there isn’t, than live my
life as if there isn’t, and die to find out there is.