The dog ate my homework...

 I'm a sap.  I cried (again) this morning. Oh no, don't fret. I think crying sometimes just means "need a washing."

An 8 and 1/2 by 11 sheet of paper, and typing.  What could be so all powerful about that?

Words, that's what.  Words are the spigot to water that garden, the pedal to make the jalopy go, the aorta to giveya that lub-dub, thump thump.

The "I do" to start a thing of beauty. The "You're hired" for a one day life of retirement. Words are greeting cards, texts, DM's, Braille, posted notes, love letters, offers of prayer.

Words provide more strength than Gorilla Glue, more 'ups' than Michael Jordan or even Superman and his ability to leap a building in a single bound, more power than Popeye's spinach, more magic than Samantha's nose twitch.

I'm madly in love with words, truth.

Today I lean on my friend Ethel who posted the below. The dog ate my homework, ie, nothing I could write could compare to anything like the below.

They're only words, and words are all we have, to take our hearts away.  They're only words, and words are all we have, to take our hearts away. They're only words, and words are all we have, to take our hearts away.

Happy bathing, love Victurd

NEED WASHING

A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red 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, just inside the door of the Wal-Mart.

We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.

I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got 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 came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

Her little 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 a 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 left. 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. A 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 GOD let's us get wet, well maybe we just need washing,' Mom said.

Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They got soaked.

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.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.