In my dream last night, a little boy asked me to help him bury his kite. I asked him why. He said he had prayed to God for a string to fly the kite, but he did not get one. I told the child that sometimes, God makes you look for it, rather than just handing it to you. You learn experiences along the way, ones you will always remember. Soon, we were flying the kite, using a beautiful green ribbon. Laughing, we looked up in the sky, making cherished memories.
~Marie T. Morrison~
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