One rainy afternoon I was driving
along oneof the main streets of town,
taking those extraprecautions necessary
when the roads are wet and slick.
Suddenly, my daughter, Aspen,
spoke up from her relaxed position in her seat.
"Dad, I'm thinking of something."
This announcement usually
meant she had been pondering
some fact for a while,
and was now readyto expound all that
her six-year-old mind had discovered.
I was eager to hear.
"What are you thinking?" I asked.
"The rain" she began, "is like sin,
and the windshield wipers are like
God wiping our sins away."
After the chill bumps raced up
my arms I was able to respond.
"That's really good, Aspen."
Then my curiosity broke in.
How far would this little
girl take this revelation?
So I asked...
"Do you notice how the rain
keeps on coming?
What does that tell you?"
Aspen didn't hesitate
one moment with her answer:
"We keep on sinning,
and God just keeps on forgiving us."
I will always remember this
whenever I turn my wipers on...
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