A little girl walked to
and from school daily. Though the weather that morning was questionable and
clouds were forming, she made her daily trek to the elementary school. As the
afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up along with thunder and lightning.
The mother of the little girl felt concerned that her daughter would be
frightened as she walked home from school, and she herself feared that the
electrical storm might harm her child.
Following the roar of
thunder, lightning, like a flaming sword, would cut through the sky. Full of
concern, the mother quickly got into her car and drove along the route to her
child's school. As she did so, she saw her little girl walking along, but at
each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up and smile. Another and
another were to follow quickly, and with each, the little girl would look at
the streak of light and smile.
When the mother's car
drove up beside the child, she lowered the window and called to her.
"What are you
doing? Why do you keep stopping?"
The child answered,
"I am trying to look pretty; God keeps taking my picture."

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