Windshield Message

> One rainy afternoon I was driving along one of the main streets of town,
taking those extra precautions necessary when the roads are wet and slick. > > Suddenly, my daughter, Aspen, spoke up from her relaxed position in her
seat. "Dad, I'm thinking of something." > > This announcement usually meant she had been pondering some fact
for a while, and was now ready to expound all that her six-year-old
mind had discovered.I was eager to hear. > > "What are you thinking?" I asked. > > "The rain;" she began, "is like sin, and the windshield wipers are like
God wiping our sins away." > > After the chill bumps raced up my arms I was able to respond. > > "That's really good, Aspen." > > Then my curiosity broke in. How far would this little girl
take this revelation? > > So I asked... "Do you notice how the rain keeps on coming?
What does that tell you?" > > Aspen didn't hesitate one moment with her answer:
"We keep on sinning, and God just keeps on forgiving us." > > I will always remember this whenever I turn my wipers on.