THE WATER
Kandy
THE WATER
It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen
rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving
milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth.
It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was
through. Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the
arduous process of trying to get water to the fields.
Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water
rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing
had cut everyone off. If we didn't see some rain soon...we would lose
everything.
It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and
witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the
kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my
six-year old son, Billy, walking toward the woods.
He wasn't walking with the usual carefree abandon of a youth but with
a serious purpose. I could only see his back. He was obviously
walking with a great effort...trying to be as still as possible.
Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out
again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches; thinking
that whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later,
however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride
toward the woods.
This activity went on for an hour: walk carefully to the woods, run
back to the house. Finally I couldn't take it any longer and I crept
out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful
not to be seen...as he was obviously doing important work and didn't
need his Mommy checking up on him).
He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked; being very
careful not to spill the water he held in them...maybe two or three
tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went
into the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face but he
did not try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned
in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing site.
Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to
them. I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with
elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not
threaten him...he didn't even move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a
tiny fawn laying on the ground, obviously suffering from dehydration
and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the
water cupped in my beautiful boy's hand.
When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and
I hid behind a tree. I followed him back to the house; to a spigot
that we had shut off the water to. Billy opened it all the way up and
a small trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip,
drip slowly fill up his makeshift "cup," as the sun beat down on his
little back. And it came clear to me. The trouble he had gotten into
for playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had
received about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he
didn't ask me to help him.
It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When
he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him. His
little eyes just filled with tears. "I'm not wasting," was all he
said. As he began his walk, I joined him...with a small pot of water
from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was
his job. I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful
heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life.
As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, they
were suddenly joined by other drops...and more drops...and more. I
looked up at the sky. It was as if God, himself, was weeping with
pride.
Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence.
That miracles don't really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime.
And I can't argue with that...I'm not going to try. All I can say is
that the rain that came that day saved our farm...just like that
actions of one little boy saved another.
-- Author Unknown
Blessings,
Kandy
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It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen
rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving
milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth.
It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was
through. Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the
arduous process of trying to get water to the fields.
Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water
rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing
had cut everyone off. If we didn't see some rain soon...we would lose
everything.
It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and
witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the
kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my
six-year old son, Billy, walking toward the woods.
He wasn't walking with the usual carefree abandon of a youth but with
a serious purpose. I could only see his back. He was obviously
walking with a great effort...trying to be as still as possible.
Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out
again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches; thinking
that whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later,
however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride
toward the woods.
This activity went on for an hour: walk carefully to the woods, run
back to the house. Finally I couldn't take it any longer and I crept
out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful
not to be seen...as he was obviously doing important work and didn't
need his Mommy checking up on him).
He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked; being very
careful not to spill the water he held in them...maybe two or three
tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went
into the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face but he
did not try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned
in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing site.
Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to
them. I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with
elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not
threaten him...he didn't even move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a
tiny fawn laying on the ground, obviously suffering from dehydration
and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the
water cupped in my beautiful boy's hand.
When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and
I hid behind a tree. I followed him back to the house; to a spigot
that we had shut off the water to. Billy opened it all the way up and
a small trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip,
drip slowly fill up his makeshift "cup," as the sun beat down on his
little back. And it came clear to me. The trouble he had gotten into
for playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had
received about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he
didn't ask me to help him.
It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When
he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him. His
little eyes just filled with tears. "I'm not wasting," was all he
said. As he began his walk, I joined him...with a small pot of water
from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was
his job. I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful
heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life.
As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, they
were suddenly joined by other drops...and more drops...and more. I
looked up at the sky. It was as if God, himself, was weeping with
pride.
Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence.
That miracles don't really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime.
And I can't argue with that...I'm not going to try. All I can say is
that the rain that came that day saved our farm...just like that
actions of one little boy saved another.
-- Author Unknown
Blessings,
Kandy
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scripts and training here: http://tinyurl.com/2crd7
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