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."

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