Today was a normal rainy, cold, December Monday, nothing in particulary special happened and nothing really bad happened. On my way out from working out at the local YMCA, a saw a little boy coming in with his mom, crying. The poor little guy couldn't have been more than four years old, and he broke my heart, I just wanted to scoop him up and give him a hug. Then when I heard why he was so sad, it broke my heart just a little more.
He was crying because his mom wouldn't let him jump in the puddles outside. Instead of his mom rolling her eyes at his crying while other people passed by, or yelling at him and telling him to dry it up, she gently knelt down and explained to him that it was too cold out and he could get sick, and she promised him when it warmed up in the spring time, she and him would go out and jump in the puddles.
It gave me a thought. Sometimes we get tunnel vision and only see the puddle in front of us that we want to jump into head on, ignoring the environment around us. Sometimes the puddle can be an object, a want, or just something that just looks like fun. Yet, our environment may not allow for it for some reason or the other, be it finances, our families best interest, or God's own will for us. We have to slow down sometimes and let God gently remind us that when the sun comes back out, those puddles will still be there to jump into.
What if the puddles have dried up, you ask?
He will provide the rain. :)