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As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up, along with
thunder and lightning.
The mother of the little boy felt concerned that her son would
be frightened as he walked home from school and she herself feared that the
electrical storm might harm her child.
Following the roar of thunder, lightning would cut through the
sky like a flaming sword.
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 boy
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 boy
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 him, "What are you doing? Why do you keep
stopping?"
The child answered, "I am trying to look nice. God keeps taking my picture.
May God bless you today as you face the storms that come your way.
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