Smile

A little boy walked to and from school daily. Though the weather that morning was questionable and clouds were forming, he created his daily trek to the school. Because 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 storm would possibly hurt her kid. Following the roar of thunder, lightning, sort of a flaming weapon system, would cut through the sky. 

Smile

Full of concern, the mother quickly got into her car and drove on the route to her child's school. As she did, therefore, she saw his son walking on, however, at every flash of lightning, the kid would stop, hunt 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 drove up beside the kid, she lowered the window and called to him. "What are you doing? Why do you keep stopping?" 

The child answered, "I am making an attempt to appear pretty; God keeps taking my image." 

May God bless you today as you face the storms that come your way.