God replied, “Among the many angels, I chose one for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you.”

　　But the child wasn't sure he really wanted to go. “But tell me, here in Heaven, I don't do anything else but sing and smile, that's enough for me to be happy.”

　　　“Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day. And you will feel your angel's love and be happy.”

　　“And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me,” the child continued, “if I don't know the language that men talk?”

　　God patted him on the head and said, “Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak.”

　　“And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?”

　　But God had an answer for that question too. “Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray.”

　　“I've heard that on earth there are bad men, who will protect me?”

　　“Your angel will defend you even if it means risking her life!”

　　“But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore,” the child continued warily.

　　God smiled on the young one. “Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way for you to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you.”

　　At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from earth could already be heard. The child knew he had to start on his journey very soon. He asked God one more question, softly, “Oh God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my angel's name.”

　　God touched the child on the shoulder and answered, “Your angel's name is not hard to remember. You will simply call her Mommy.”

written by  zoe123 on June 16, 2008 from Guangzhou, China
from the travel blog: travel in your heart
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She had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful brown haired, freckle-faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the Earth it has no time to flow down the spout.

　　We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart. We waited, some patiently, others 4)irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I get lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child come pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

　　Her voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in. "Mom, let's run through the rain," she said.

　　"What?" Mom asked.

　　"Let's run through the rain!" She repeated.

　　"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.

　　This young child waited about another minute and repeated: "Mom, let's run through the rain."

　　"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said.

　　"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom's arm."

　　"This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?"

　　"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!"

　　The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes. Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say.

　　Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. Time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith. "Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said. Then off they ran.

　　We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars. And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing. Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories. So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories every day!

　　To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven. I hope you still take the time to run through the rain.

written by  zoe123 on June 16, 2008 from Guangzhou, China
from the travel blog: travel in your heart
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