Rain Shower

Watching the rain gush from across the street and up the hill, washing the grit from the asphalt between mother's house and mine. Realizing that her love for me has been much like this manna from Heaven we view as an inconvenient downpour. As it continues, across my yard into the 'nature-made-creek' that rushes under my deck beside the house, into the overflow that runs beneath the railroad tracks behind my property. Showing me again the symbolism of a mother's love and how it compares to the compassion God has for each of us. Remembering when we had our first big rain here, my oldest granddaughter had to call her mother and tell her about the "river" at our new house. Listening to her plans to go and purchase fish and put them in the river so that they can "grow big". Amazed that for such an innocent statement she really made a profound analogy. Through the mouths of babes. And if we lose our way, get sidetracked, may we remember, we all are still growing.