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. Lightning, like a flaming sword,
would cut through the sky followed by the roar of thunder.
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."