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It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through.
Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we
Didn’t see some rain soon...we would lose everything. It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my
Six-year-old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn't walking with the usual carefree abandon of a youth but with a serious purpose. I could only see his back. He was obviously walking with a great effort ... trying to be as still as possible. Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches; thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the woods. This activity went on for an hour: walking carefully to the woods, running back to the house.

Finally I couldn't take it any longer and I crept out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be he was obviously doing important work and didn't need his Mommy checking up on him). He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, being very careful not to spill the water he held in them ... maybe two or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands. I sneaked close as he went into the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face, but he did not try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing site.

Several large deer loomed in front of him. Billy walked right up to them. I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not threaten him...he didn't even move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a tiny fawn lying on the ground; obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy's hand. When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and I hid behind a tree.
I followed him back to the house to a spigot to which we had shut off the water. Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip, drip slowly fill up his makeshift "cup," as the sun beat down on his little back. And it came clear to me: The trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had received about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he didn't ask me to help him. It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him.

His little eyes just filled with tears. "I'm not wasting," was all he said. As he began his walk, I joined him...with a small pot of water from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was his job. I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, other drops...and more drops...and more suddenly joined them. I looked up at the sky. It was as if God, himself, was weeping with pride.
Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. Those miracles don't really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I can't argue with that... I'm not going to try. All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm...just like the actions of one little boy saved another.
I don't know if anyone will read this...but I had to send it out. To honor the memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken from me much too soon... But not before showing me the true face of God, in a little, sunburned body.

Have you ever been just sitting there and all of a sudden you feel like doing something nice for someone you care for?

THAT'S GOD! He speaks to you through the Holy Spirit

Have you ever been down and out and nobody seems to be around for you to Talk to?

THAT'S GOD! He wants you to speak to Him.

Have you ever been thinking about somebody that you haven't seen in a long time and then next thing you know you see them or receive a phone call from them?

THAT'S GOD! There's no such thing as coincidence.

Have you ever received something wonderful that you didn't even ask for, like money in the mail, a debt that had mysteriously been cleared, or a coupon to a department store where you had just seen something you wanted, but couldn't afford.

THAT'S GOD. . He knows the desires of your heart. .

Have you ever been in a situation and you had no clue how it is going to get better, but now you look back on it?

THAT'S GOD! He passes us through tribulation to see a brighter day.

Don't tell GOD how Big your storm is.
Tell the storm how Big GOD is!

Yes, GOD is there always

I'm so grateful to Gloria for having indicated this story to me. I am sitting here with tears in my eyes. I know most people will say that these are coincidences but I've experienced too many of them in my life by now to believe that. And I realize that these stories are to be shared. Just as you, I just had to write it down and share it (in the Miracles section).
Also, I've been wondering why I cannot have answers from God myself, why I have to ask through Gloria, but today it dawned on me that I am getting the answers directly: Gloria and me are just God speaking to God. And the questions and answers wouldn't have value if they were only for myself; they are to be shared with everyone who's willing to listen.
Thankyou for your beautiful story.
God bless you.

How big is God?

P.S. I forgot to ask: do you mind if I share your story with other people and translate it into Italian??


Paula, are you asking me? - of course you are very welcome to translate - no question. Italy has deserved it :D

Are you from Italy and watched the game there?

Also i'm German, but sometimes i prefer to watch Italian teams - it's more joy to see them playing - almost a must :D


could you send me a copy? - so i can forward to my Italian friends!

How big is God

Yes, I was asking you. I imagine this is not a personal story of yours so could you please tell me the source of it? I wouldn't want to abuse of any Copyright.
And of course I'll send a copy of the translation to you as soon as I'll get it done. Do you want it on your private email address?


Yes, i see - but i still have to find out with my source. I'll let you know then.


Paula, my source was saying 'Author Unknown', but she feels he probably would be very happy if his story is spread all around the world!

So just go ahead i would say!
horizon :)


How wonderful!

Do you think there are members of this forum from Italy who would like to see the translation here?

I am just thrilled at how this community forum is going.

Many thanks, Paula and Horizon-2Joy.

With love and blessings,


How big is God?

Here's the Italian translation of 'How big is God' in case some Italian reader should find this forum:


Era una delle giornate più calde della stagione secca. Da un mese almeno non vedevamo pioggia. Le colture stavano morendo. Le mucche avevano smesso di dare il latte. I ruscelli e i fiumi erano ritornati da molto tempo alla terra. Era una stagione secca che, prima di finire, avrebbe rovinato parecchi agricoltori.

Ogni giorno, mio marito e i suoi fratelli affrontavano l’arduo compito di cercare di portare acqua ai campi. Ultimamente questo processo aveva comportato l’andare a caricare un camion al locale stabilimento di distribuzione d’acqua. Ma un severo razionamento aveva sospeso l’erogazione. Se non arrivava presto un po’ di pioggia… avremmo perso tutto. Fu in questo giorno che imparai la vera lezione della condivisione e assistetti all’unico miracolo che abbia visto con i miei occhi.

Ero in cucina a preparare il pranzo per mio marito e i suoi fratelli quando vidi mio figlio, Billy, di sei anni, andare verso il bosco. Non stava camminando con l’abituale abbandono di un bambino bensì con uno scopo serio. Riuscivo a vederne soltanto la schiena. Chiaramente stava camminando con grande sforzo… cercando di essere il più stabile possibile. Alcuni minuti dopo essere scomparso nel bosco, ne uscì di nuovo correndo verso casa. Ritornai a preparare i panini pensando che, qualunque fosse la faccenda a cui si era dedicato, l’avesse ormai conclusa. Tuttavia, dopo alcuni momenti, lo vidi camminare di nuovo verso il bosco con quel passo lento, determinato. Questa attività andò avanti per un’ora: camminare lentamente verso il bosco, ritornare correndo a casa.

Alla fine non ne potei più e scivolai fuori dalla casa seguendolo nel suo cammino (stando molto attenta a non essere vista… dato che egli stava ovviamente facendo un lavoro importante e non gli serviva la Mamma che lo controllasse). Egli stava tenendo le mani a coppa davanti a sé mentre camminava stando molto attento a non versare l’acqua… forse due o tre cucchiai contenute nelle sue manine. Mi feci più vicino quando egli entrò nel bosco. Rami e rovi colpivano il suo piccolo viso, ma egli non cercava di evitarli. Aveva uno scopo molto più elevato. Mentre mi chinai per spiarlo, vidi la più sorprendente delle scene.

Numerosi grandi cervi si profilarono davanti a lui. Billy andò dritto da essi. Stavo quasi per urlargli di scappare. Un enorme maschio con elaborate corna era pericolosamente vicino. Ma il cervo non lo minacciava… non si mosse nemmeno quando Billy s’inginocchiò. E vidi un minuscolo cerbiatto, sdraiato per terra; era chiaro che soffriva di disidratazione e spossatezza per il caldo, lo vidi alzare la testa con grande sforzo per leccare l’acqua dalle mani del mio bellissimo ragazzo. Quando l’acqua era finita, Billy saltò su per ritornare di corsa a casa, ed io mi nascosi dietro un albero.

Lo seguì fino a casa, fino ad un rubinetto a cui avevamo sospeso l’erogazione dell’acqua. Billy lo aprì al massimo ed un piccolo gocciolio iniziò a scenderne lentamente. Egli s’inginocchiò lì, lasciando che la sua “coppa” improvvisata venisse riempita goccia a goccia, mentre il sole picchiava sulla sua piccola schiena. E tutto mi fu chiaro: Il guaio in cui si era trovato per aver giocato con il tubo dell’acqua la settimana precedente. La lezione che aveva ricevuto sull’importanza del non sprecare l’acqua. La ragione per cui egli non mi aveva chiesto di aiutarlo. Ci vollero quasi venti minuti prima che le gocce riempissero le sue mani. Quando si alzò per riprendere il percorso, io ero lì davanti a lui.

I suoi occhietti si riempirono di lacrime. “Non sto sprecando”, fu tutto quello che disse. Quando riprese il cammino, mi unì a lui… con un piccolo recipiente d’acqua dalla cucina. Lasciai che fosse lui a curare il cerbiatto. Rimasi in disparte. Fu compito suo. Stetti ai margini del bosco osservando il più bel cuore che abbia mai conosciuto lavorare così duramente per salvare un’altra vita. Mentre le lacrime, che mi rotolavano giù per il viso, toccavano la terra, altre gocce… e altre gocce… e ancora altre all’improvviso si univano ad esse. Guardai su verso il cielo. Fu come se Dio stesso stesse piangendo d’orgoglio.

Probabilmente qualcuno dirà che è stato tutto solo un’enorme coincidenza. Che questi miracoli non esistono in realtà. Che avrebbe comunque piovuto prima o poi. E non posso discutere con questo... non ci proverò nemmeno. Tutto quello che posso dire è che la pioggia che arrivò quel giorno, salvò la nostra fattoria… proprio come le azioni di un piccolo bambino salvarono un altro.

Non so se qualcuno leggerà questo… ma ho dovuto scriverlo. Per onorare la memoria del mio bellissimo Billy che mi è stato portato via troppo presto… ma non prima di avermi mostrato il vero volto di Dio, in un piccolo corpo scottato dal sole.

Vi è mai capitato di star semplicemente seduti lì e all’improvviso aver voglia di fare qualcosa di bello per qualcuno che amate?

QUELLO E’ DIO! Vi parla attraverso lo Spirito Santo.

Siete mai stati in bolletta e vi è sembrato che non ci fosse nessuno con cui parlare?

QUELLO E’ DIO! Egli vuole che parliate con Lui.

Vi è mai capitato di pensare a qualcuno che non vedevate da molto tempo e il momento dopo l’avete visto o avete ricevuto una sua telefonata?

QUELLO E’ DIO! Non esistono le coincidenze.

Vi è mai capitato di ricevere qualcosa di meraviglioso che non avevate chiesto, come denaro per posta, un debito misteriosamente cancellato, o un buono per un grande magazzino dove avevate appena visto qualcosa che vi piaceva ma che non potevate permettervi.

QUELLO E’ DIO! Egli conosce i desideri del vostro cuore.

Vi siete mai trovati in una situazione in cui non avevate idea di come poter migliorare, ed ora vi guardate indietro ricordandola?

QUELLO E’ DIO! Egli ci fa passare attraverso tribolazioni, per vedere una giornata più luminosa.

Non raccontate a DIO quanto è Grande la vostra tempesta.
Raccontate alla tempesta quanto è Grande DIO!



Grazie molto, Paula

I will share with Italian friends, here and there..everywhere!! :D