Gift Wrapped

I woke up this morning with this song playing in my head, the words danced on my lips and I sang it quietly while the rest of the world slumbered. For me it’s a song of hope, of not losing sight of your dreams and going with the flow that is the river of life.

Sometimes things come to try us, so much so that we focus so much on the reality of the now that we forget our inner longings, our hopes, our dreams… sometimes even who we truly are. Perhaps it is much like putting parts of us into a little box for safe keeping. The problem is sometimes we forget the box altogether only remembering it’s existence once it is so covered and bogged down by others that it takes years to recover it.

Ironically the things we put in the boxes within our mind are most often the very things that will help us get through…