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.
Always remember this when you turn your wipers on.