OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES

    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, who was sitting in her car seat, spoke up. "Daddy, I'm thinking of something."

    This announcement usually meant that she had been pondering some fact for a while and was now ready to expound all that her six-year-old mind had discovered, so I eagerly asked her what it was that she was thinking about.

     "The rain ", she began, "is like sin, and the (windshield) wipers are like God wiping our sins, away." 

   I Was amazed, and after the goose bumps raced up my arms, I was able to respond, "That's really good, Honey." 

   Then I started to wonder how far this little girl would take her revelation. So I asked, "Do you see how the rain keeps falling? What do you think that means?" Without a moment's hesitation she answered, "Even when we keep on sinning, God keeps forgiving us. " 

   What else could I say to myself but, "Out of the mouths of babes..."!

Now, I think of this every time I put my wipers on. I hope you will too.                                     (Borrowed)