Now That Is God

Discussion in 'General Conversation' started by Ace, Aug 21, 2006.

  1. Ace

    Ace New Member

    Gastonia N

    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
    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 wasnt 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 couldn1t 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,It 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 an a
    small trickle began to creep out.He knelt
    there, letting the spigot drip, drip slowly fill up
    his makeshift "cup,'. as the sun beat down
    on his I it tie 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, 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.
    I don't know if anyone will read this but
    I had to send it out.To honor 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.
    *-THAT IS GOD -*

    Have you ever been just sitting there and
    all of a sudden you feel like doing
    something nice for someone you care for?
    THAT IS GODI He speaks to you through
    the Holy Spirit.


  2. Pastor E

    Pastor E New Member

    Beebe AR
    Nothing is too big for our GOD yes he is still in the miracle bussness and i know you can`t outgive Him Reps to you :beauty: :cry:

  3. bud1110

    bud1110 New Member

    East Texas
    awesome, simply awesome...

    Thanks for sharing Ace...
  4. teaysvalleyguy

    teaysvalleyguy New Member

    GC, OHIO
    Great post bro, got that in an email the other day.
  5. jdstraka

    jdstraka Well-Known Member Supporting Member

    Council Bluffs, Iowa
    Thank You Ace. I really enjoy reading your posts Sir. Keep um comming. Your BOC brother from IOWA. J.D.Straka
  6. bubbajum

    bubbajum New Member

    I liked that.

    God is still in the miracle making business.
  7. pk_powell

    pk_powell New Member

    Ace I was glued to this post.What a wonderful wonderful post.Our God Is an Awesome God! I'm so glad I am His Child,Praise him for His Wonderful Greatness!!!----------------pk powell:smile2:
  8. Believer

    Believer New Member

    Greenwood, AR.
    That's great! Thanks!