Fear?
or Delight?
When a mother saw a thunderstorm forming in mid-afternoon,
she
worried about her seven-year-old daughter who would be walking the
three blocks from school to home.
Deciding to meet her, the mother saw her walking nonchalantly along, stopping to smile
whenever lightning flashed.
Glimpsing her mother, the little girl ran to her, explaining
enthusiastically, “All the way home,
God’s been taking my picture!”
