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A little puzzle piece of a story that is told to children and was written for adults:
That night Jenny had a dream.
She dreamed about a puzzle and in the dream the puzzle had many pieces and within each piece there was a story.
Forest was looking for his mother. He had climbed a mountain and found a cave. He thought that this might be the place where his mother now lived. It was getting dark and he knew he should go back home. But he had to look in the cave.
Inside a dragon was waiting there for him.
Rosebud, a beautiful new flower, was blooming in the sun. Her mother, Rose, was standing there with her soaking up the rays.
A little girl was walking down a path that led to the both of them. The little girl saw Rosebud’s mother and thought she was the most beautiful flower she had ever seen.
“Can I pick that one, mommy?”
That is what she asked.
A gorgeous red and gold leaf with just a touch of brown was hanging from a maple tree. It was on the tree where it had been since it was just a bud. It was the only life the leaf had ever known.
An icy wind to the north was headed south to do what winds have done since leaves have been around.
The angels that were looking for her were closing in from above. They were flying fast headed for the Ground.
Jim was radiant, shining bright, all aglow, a beautiful angel by his side. Two little angels followed close behind.
They were headed to their new home in the heavenly palace where they would soon reside.
Jenny thought to herself, “Who could that beautiful angel be?”
On the angel’s wing Jenny could see the first letter of her name started with a “D”.
Then in her dream she felt a tear or two, maybe more, fall from her eye, but Jenny did not cry.
Still somehow the Ground below was getting wet from the rain falling from the sky.
“How do these pieces fit together? What do they mean? Is that what I most need to know?” Jenny asked herself in the magic silence of the dream.
“Yes, Jenny.” came back the reply.
“Each piece of your puzzle is unique. Each piece is special and each is beautiful in its own way. Each piece has a purpose and each contains a story of its own.”
“And within each of the pieces lies their future, not yours.”
“But their stories offer you a clue to what yours may be too.”
“For each piece of the puzzle that you touch, becomes a part of you.”
“But only you can create the story of the picture that the pieces of your puzzle come from. It’s something only you and you alone can do.”
“Wake up Jen!” Jim said to her as he started to unfold his wings.
From THE ANGEL PUZZLE STORY written by G.ELLIS Rick 2014
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