A little girl
walked to and from school daily. Though the weather that morning was
questionable and clouds were forming, she made her daily trek to
the elementary school.
As the afternoon
progressed, the winds whipped up, along with thunder and lightning. The
mother of the little girl felt concerned that her daughter would be
frightened as she walked home from school and she herself feared that
the electrical storm might harm her child. Following the roar of
thunder, lightning, like a flaming sword, would cut through the sky.
Full of concern,
the mother quickly got into her car and drove along the route to her
child's school. As she did so, she saw her little girl walking along,
but at each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up and
SMILE.
Another and another
were to follow quickly and with each the little girl would look at the
streak of light and SMILE.
When the mother's car drew up beside the child she lowered the
window and called to her, "What are you doing? Why do you keep
stopping?"
The child answered,
"I am trying to look pretty. God keeps taking my picture.
~ author unknown ~