"It's forecasted to rain again," I heard myself telling my husband; "the doctor's visit...it'll be tomorrow, okay?" I did this 2 days ago, except instead of "tomorrow", it had been "Monday".
The rain brought back a memory from over a dozen years ago.
There was a family with a boy in a wheelchair with a severely compromised immune system. We were caught in thundershowers one day, and I saw his 5th-grade brother unexpectedly peel off his own jacket to cover his brother with it. He himself went home cold and soaked. It came as no surprise the next day he came down with fever. The mother explained to me, the 5th grader realized: if he got wet himself and caught pneumonia, that would be the extent of it, but if it had been his wheelchair brother, he could die. So he'd chosen to get chilled instead. Only grade 5, and already he was thinking like this.
In August 2020, Aaron, the boy in the wheelchair, went Home to be with the Lord Jesus. Because of his godly parents, he left behind, not only aching hearts, but rich memories as well.
