Once upon a time.. This is how 'fairy tales' begin... Once upon a time. when things impossible were more than fantasies. Once upon a time... in a place where impossibilities became reality. And so is life. a place where the impossible becomes reality. There was a boy. There was a girl... Once upon a time who lived in a place where impossibilities became reality and whose lives became as fairy tales.
broken bones and broken spirits rejoice, usually, upon hearing 'good news' from afar. When the news around is so bad that 'good news' from afar is hope being kept alive, such hopes, even though far away, can revive a broken person. Where were your dad and mom buried? Can you still remember how to get to those 'plots'? Or might they have begun to be forgotten? And the children and the children to these children... will they have any knowledge of who any of the fathers and mothers were and where they might be laying? One generation comes, then another and little is remembered; little is held onto. Ecclesiastes 1:11 "There is no remembrance of former things; neither shall there be any remembrance of things that are to come with those that shall come after." Ecclesiastes 1:2 "Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity." man chasing after the wind... vanity of vanities
