Dad, I'm Thinking Of Something . . .

One rainy afternoon I was driving along 

one of the main streets of town,
taking those extra precautions 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 ready to 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.
Funny how I can be more worried about what other
people think of me than what God thinks of me.
In order to see the rainbow,
you must first endure some rain! 

For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, 

saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, 

to give you an expected end.

Jeremiah 29:11