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 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, 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.
