Many years ago...

There once was a young girl, she was living in a world where she couldn't seem to escape hatred and corruption. But she longed to keep her childhood innocence. She remembered days when she would run in fields after her friend and dream that she was part of a world that didn't have a care about what was going to happen tomorrow. It was only here and now as she laid on the moss covered stone, staring up at the sky. She quickly fell asleep and dreamed a special dream. She opened her eyes to a dark sky and ash fell to the ground. She realized that she was seeing the world in complete despair. Suddenly, two people dashed out in front of her and she fell over. Looking in the puddle before her, she saw a hand reaching out. As she grabbed the hand she began to feel an overwhelming peace. Suddenly, it didn't matter what was happening around her. She lifted her eyes to see the face of a man who she could only describe as the "face of love". He told her that she must return to the world and deliver the message that there was hope. Soon, she was woken up to reality and her face beamed. How could she have not seen what she did now? It was as if her dreams of a world with peace were now possible and everything made sense. She had this longing for a better place that was founded in her longing to have the world restored to it's original place. Now, she wanted to shout from the mountaintop that there was hope in a Savior that would return. She came down from the mountain and began to tell the people that she saw of the good news of how her life had been turned around. There was now, no doubt, a life worth living, full of hope, joy and peace.