gathering days…seventy eight
Once there was a little girl.
She had seen too much, heard too much, forgotten how to love.
One day she was invited to the house of a friend. It was two stories high and painted yellow.
It smelled like cookies and felt like love. People were kind to each other.
The little girl gathered the good smells, the kind words, and the loving ways and tucked them into the pocket of her heart. Though the times were few she held them carefully and nurtured them like freshly planted seeds.
When she saw anger, she remembered kindness.
When she saw despair, she remembered loving ways creating a warm welcome.
When she saw hate, she baked cookies and gave them in hope.
This is what grew from those few hours in that yellow house.
There are no wasted moments in the life of a child. Any one of them can be the corner around which a life turns to face the light.