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. 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. Following the roar of thunder,
lightning, like a flaming sword, would cut through the sky.
Full of concern, the mother quickly got into her car and
drove
along
the route to her child's school. As she did so, she saw 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."