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. Before each roar of thunder, lightning, like a flaming sword,
would cut through the sky. 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. Full
of
concern, she quickly got into her car and drove along the route to her
Child's school.
Soon she came upon 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 drew 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."