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"BOUNCING ALONG"
A little girl skipped along down the hallway. Actually, bouncing or bounding was more like it. Her hair danced on top her head with each little jump. She swung side to side, with her head tilting once one way and then the other, as she held her father's hand. Her face was aglow...with life. She was so glad to be alive and was not afraid to show it.
She passed somber faced people in suits or scrubs, some with all the outward signs of their faith--crosses on necklaces, on lapel pins and even on earrings. WWJD bracelets still showed up occasionally. But, in all of this, not one showed even a glimmer of joy. They looked more like the walking wounded, and not the sons and daughters of the living God of the Universe. Except for this little girl of about 3. She hadn't yet, learned the game or lost her sense of awe and wonder. Butterflies and rainbows still made her gasp.
When she looked up at her father, she still saw a giant who could do no wrong, and would always love her. When she saw her mother, she saw the ultimate safety net--her arms and lap. She still smiled and laughed without worrying whether someone thought she was weird. She looked kindly at strangers since if Jesus loved all the little children, shouldn't she, too?
I looked at that little girl and started to smile myself. I remembered the fullness of life I had experienced through Christ, and I even started to skip...
(Inspirational submitted by: Jane)