Gary Jules - Wichita

I know this may be hard to believe, but when I was ten, my sister and I were hanging out with the local kids from our neighborhood in an abandoned building like most inquisitive children do, who are not being watched properly..

But this building had crushed glass all over the floor. All different colors and all different sizes. From quarter sized pieces, to  mere dust of glass, holding the bigger pieces, captive by the colors it cast upon the broken bits during morning and noon and evening light.

It was beautiful to see this iridescent glow upon the walls.  But the beauty of the light, laid bare the faces of my friends. Captivated by this Peter Pan moment. These children, this child,  looking for something better than a beating or a slap.

We knew that this was one of those rare moments in childhood that we could look back on in delight and amazement..Especially when I was dared to walk across the glass barefooted.

And I did.

I felt this peace, and I made my mind up I was not going to get cut. I imagined me walking across that glass in my mind, unscathed. But God is the one who really protected me. I know he protects fools and children, and I guess at that point in my life I was both.. But the kids were amazed and we still talk about it.

But that moment comes back to me, like silver linings on clouds ..When the sun's light just barely caresses the clouds and illuminates their beauty ...Like cotton candy on a Summer day ..Like watching boats on the lake, during the precious few times for adults, that are allowed for pleasure and not work.

That kind of moment...

Have a great day everyone...

Nita

written by Nita Zimmerman- Skibinski @  a true story