When I was little I wanted nothing more than to be a cowboy. I never considered being a cowgirl. The only women I saw on Bonanza wore dresses and cooked for their families. Even as a little girl I wanted more than that. I wanted to wear pants and ride the open range. In my mind I was already there. My best friend at the time had horses. Being at her house meant riding for reals and pretending we lived in the olden days. At my house I settled for watching Bonanza and riding my imaginary horse all over the place.
Here's to childhood dreams, why we have them, and the fact that there are some things we never forget. Here's to what
I have become and what I was truly meant to be. Here also is to the fact that dreams don't have to die. They can live on if we let them. They can make us feel happy and young all over again.
18 About that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, “Who is greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven?”
2 Jesus called a little child to him and put the child among them. 3 Then he said, “I tell you the truth, unless you turn from your sins and become like little children, you will never get into the Kingdom of Heaven. 4 So anyone who becomes as humble as this little child is the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven.
5 “And anyone who welcomes a little child like this on my behalf[a] is welcoming me.
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