The ball rolled across the floor with the tiny little legs in hot pursuit. Under the bed, into a dusty, dark corner it stopped. As her dad walked into the room, all he saw were two little legs sticky out from under the bed ruffle and he heard a muffled tiny voice say, "Ball come here."
A ball is a simple toy that intrigues all ages. It can be tossed around, thrown thru an empty space of air, bounced, rolled around, and sometimes lost because it can so easily roll away. Our dreams are like that ball. We can toss them around sharing them with others. We can throw them up very high. We can bounce them off our circumstances. Or we can let them roll away while we chase them.
Right now I feel like the little child that let her dream start rolling but it rolled right out of sight. In my search to rediscover my dream, I find myself like the little child in the opening paragraph. My dream seems to have rolled off into a dark, dusty corner just out of my reach.
Dream come here!!!! Of course the smart thing to do is scoot out from under the bed and ask for help.
Art by Janice Seney
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