Recently I have been hearing "bad news". One of my childhood friends thought they were in remission from cancer and it has returned with a vengeance. He is a young Daddy with three children. Another childhood friend of mine just had both of her breasts removed and she is enduring chemo treatments with shots into her stomach each day. Another friend's daughter and her husband are childless, with the deep longings of the heart to have a family. They just experienced a failed attempt. I know and understand this kind of loss. We struggled for 10 years to grow our family. I imagine I have a garden of babies waiting in Heaven to meet me. With life's sour and sweets, it's nice to dream, to escape into the whimsical possibilities. Our children are dreamers. They believe in the impossible; like flying away in a hot air balloon.Looking down on the earth below. Flying with the doves and doggies and having a magical griffin lead the way.Finding a castle and drifting down, hovering above the water and landing on the perfect lawn. The air smells of lilacs and roses. Music fills our ears and the birds harmonize each step up to the ancient doors. The light is golden and warm. We feel like we've been here before. Is this home?All we have to do is knock and speak the secret word and the possibilities are endless.
Shh, the dreamers have arrived. Let us listen to what they have to say.