The Water

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

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: walk carefully to
the  woods, run 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 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 laying 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 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.  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, they were suddenly joined by other
drops...and 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 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.

Author Unknown

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