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Oregon Rain
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~A Story of Rain~
One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streets of town, when suddenly, my daughter, 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 discovered. 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.”
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?”
She did not 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.
– Author Unknown
One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streets of town, when suddenly, my daughter, 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 discovered. 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.”
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?”
She did not 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.
– Author Unknown