What Could Be
I’m glad my parents didn’t give up on me when I was three, or ten, or fifteen.
I’m glad I didn’t give up on myself when I made my first feeble attempts at some serious writing.
You see, we have to look down the invisible road called ‘the future’ and imagine what a life might look like, or to see some possibilities in a person’s dreams and hopes.
What could you be? I don’t know, and I hope you have some good and steady hands of friendship holding onto you as you find out.
We need believers in our lives.
Something to think on,
in about 60 seconds.
P Michael Biggs
Hope~Encouragement~Inspiration