August 2017           "A Journal of Biblical Understanding"           Volume 14           

(Daniel 4:25)
" ... and seven times shall pass over thee, till thou know that the most High ruleth in the kingdom of men, and giveth it to whomsoever he will."


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(This is a Great Story! - Editor)

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 seven 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. However, severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we did not 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 was not 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 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 could not 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. Nevertheless, the buck did not threaten him...he did not even move as Billy knelt down. In addition, I saw a tiny fawn lying on the ground, obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion; lift its head with great effort to lap the water cupped in my beautiful boy's hands.

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.

In addition, 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 had not asked me to help him. It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began his trek back, I was there in front of him. His little eyes 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... 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 do not really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I cannot argue with that...I am not going to try. All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm...just as those actions of one little boy saved another.

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(See, I told you it was a great story, didn't I? - editor)

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