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Received by email from a friend:

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: walking carefully to the woods, running 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 lying 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 to which we had shut off the water. 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 became 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, other drops, and more drops, and more suddenly joined them. 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. Those 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 the actions of one little boy saved another life.

I don't know if anyone will read this, but I had to send it out. To honour the memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken from me much too soon, but not before showing me the true face of God, in a little sunburned body.


Have you ever been just sitting there and all of a sudden you feel like doing something nice for someone you care for?

THAT'S GOD! He speaks to you through the Holy Spirit.

Have you ever been down and out and nobody seems to be around for you to talk to?

THAT'S GOD! He wants you to speak to Him.

Have you ever been thinking about somebody that you haven't seen in a long time and then next thing you know you see them or receive a phone call from them?

THAT'S GOD! There's no such thing as coincidence.

Have you ever received something wonderful that you didn't even ask for, like money in the mail, a debt that had mysteriously been cleared or a coupon to a department store where you had just seen something you wanted, but couldn't afford.

THAT'S GOD. He knows the desires of your heart.

Have you ever been in a situation and you had no clue how it is going to get better, but now you look back on it?

THAT'S GOD! He passes us through tribulation to see a brighter day.

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I call him the FSM. His tentacleness is always around me and always show me the way to heaven where there are stripper factories everywhere with beer volcanos all around. Yarr how I long for the day I will meet this tentacled deity.

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Flip Mara I should have listened when you said have a tissue handy!!!!

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Wow Mara... tears falling down my cheeks.. Thanks for sharing something so touchinly beautiful and innocent.

God Bless you.

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Thanks for appreciating it as well guys, once I read it, I just had to share it!

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Oh Mara, Billy's story is so beautiful! And that was God's presence for sure!


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Haai Mara...wat n GREAT storie!.....Hierdie "spesiale kind" was aan jou geleen ........n dierbare kind wat omgee vir sy naaste........al was dit n hulpelose diertjie, het hy niks ontsien om uit te reik nie........Ek het nooit vir Billy geken nie, maar nou ken ek JOU nog beter!!! Lovies.....Kippie van Pta.....DIS EERS WANNEER JY JOUSELF GEE WAT JY RERIG GEE!!!

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Hi OzDreamer

Thanks for that, but it is not my story, it is one that was sent to me by email!

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