To You; All those things of fairytales and bright old movies about family that survived the wilds to become life’s robust example. Windows so bright and clean that birds sought their dirtying to preserve themselves from crashing. Owls hooting in warning to the rodents entertaining somehow their safety assured. Dogs curled on the clean towels dreaming of warm nights in summer.

We don’t get there solely by chance or participation. Reason stands ready but is a sad option for those who will invest in the wisdom necessary for salt and season. A tad bit short when planning sets about corrupting or removing those who make it happen. Self reliance is poor foundation especially when self has not yet ripened or happens to be filled with the ills of a world that itself knows too much darkness. Youth is a trodden gift when the mud seeks its capture.

Wide awake to the pregnancy and possibility. Man need not comprehend deeper math to see the aspirations and talents of the younger blossom into world changing momentum and hope when nurtured. Covet not those things that regale the tales of our own telling but rather sweetest memories of things grown for the simple objective of seeing them become. What shall be the fate of a world where men and women fully participate in what may be done by those ready to deny themselves for the benefit of others.

Certainly there are those who want something more than may be grown or captured by the individual dreams or achievement? The rich potency of Earth’s abundant life is found in the people from whom may talent, treasure and imagination be coaxed or sponsored. The hope filled dreams of a child who suddenly finds the trust needed to share them and believe they may be real, rather then hidden fantasy and despondent wishes. What that takes is the loving unselfish insight and patience of adults.

These are not our children to grow yet our future depends upon their imagination and will to sustain. Therefore though they shall not be mine to shape or measure they shall receive every dose of assistance that I can muster. Perhaps even the love that is given their folks will be the catalyst of victory. May it then be any love I may give that God’s Hand guides in offering or freely given as gifting, comfort or suggestion. I know not what may become of them but I know that the kinetic energy of Sovereign planning and expectation is built within everything He molds.

Implausible my hope that remorse laughs openly. However the victorious are never driven by the realities and cautions but by the probabilities and exponential gifting of challenging the impossible. Tell me not child the things you’ve lost or never gotten but the things upon which you hope in youthful imagination.; For in your dreams are the pleasure of God’s crafting. Allow not the dimming divinations of this world to lower the heights to which you may elevate. Jump, dance, dream, hope, sing and figure. For the limits whatever they may be shall be exceeded, overcome or excepted in confrontation.