Unadulterated Faith
I love my kids so much. My three children teach me new things every day and remind me that the hastiness of life should not overrule the opportunity to splash in a puddle. Last night, my seven year old taught me the purest lesson on faith. On our way to the cabin, we encountered the worst thunderstorm that I had ever driven in. Torrential rainfall, blinding white lightning, the flashing of nearby hazard lights, and the sound of booming thunder surrounded us as we pressed onward driving no more than 15 miles per hour on the interstate. Pulling over was not an option as the road virtually disappeared around us- it was impossible to ascertain the shoulder or an exit ramp. My knuckles white, and my stomach in knots, I glanced nervously in my rear-view mirror to check on my daughter. Despite the severe storm and tornadic weather raging unceasingly around us, there she sat nestled softly in her pink blanket peacefully watching a movie (ironically, The Wizard of Oz!) eating graham crack