This was first written about a year ago.
Sometimes in life, you think about what your dreams really are. Tonight Jay prayed for me that my dreams would come true. Through teary, closed eyes, I saw a picture of three trees. My dream was that those three little boys who used to stuff their pockets with acorns would one day become mighty trees themselves.Trees that wouldn’t necessarily stand out among the the other trees of the forest, yet trees that stood tall and sturdy. These trees would still be standing even if strong winds blew and storms came. Trees whose roots went deep and spread out wide. Trees that would point others heavenward. Needless to say, my dream is coming true.
And so will yours.