Saturday, March 18, 2006

She walked through the meadow, with her flowing white skirt and her pixie top and had this great big smile on her face. She felt a rustle in the grasses around her feet. She looks around her to see the most amazing butterfly soaring over her tiny feet. The butterfly looks so fragile, so untainted, that the little girl does not allow herself to give into temptation and curiousity and touch it. And so, it flutters away. She continues her way until she feels another rustle in the grasses. A squirrel runs itself between her legs and just sits in front of her. Apparently, eating something tasty that is nestled in its cheeks. The girl is almost startled by it's confidence, and she won't want to scare it by approaching it. So she lets it leave on it's own. She starts skipping across the meadow, pulling on the daisies as she runs. On the other side of the field, she can see her mother standing there, calling to her. She runs as fast as her little legs can take her. Her feet pounding on the meadow's ground, she can feel her heart racing, and her pulse quickening. She gets to where her mother was standing and collasped in exhaustion. Her mother chuckled at the rosy cheeked little girl and asked her what she was doing out there. The girl's smile rose across her face as she slowly remembered all the events of the day. "It was the prettiest thing I ever seen, mommy. I needed to go see it all!"The mother sighed as she looked over her naive daughter with her hair, all in tangles, and her clothes covered in burrs. She had dirt on her knees and all over her hands and her face was a glistening pink. Her mother could see that her beautiful daughter had been through a lot that day, but she couldn't figure out why she was still smiling the way she was... so genuine her smile seemed. As her mother was deep in thought, a tear dropped from the little girl's big brown eye, and she whispered, "When will I get to see that place again?"Her mother smiled as she came to a realization."In due time, darling, you will see love again. And let us pray that you come back with less scrapes."

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