As he lay broken and weeping upon the dank, damp ground, his thoughts were brought to a scene strangely familiar.
The child broke into a smile of perfect glee.
Whee!
Then came the downward rush and he tensed his little body, preparing to strain upward with all his might. He thought maybe he could reach higher than before. If he could put in all his heart and if he put in all his soul and all his mind, maybe, just maybe, he could go a little higher.
This thought consumed him.
And now the moment came.
He threw his whole self into one glorious upward thrust. He thought he could maybe tickle the stars with his toes.
And as his tiny form soared, lighter than air, joy splashed across his face.
It would not matter if he did not touch the stars this time. He knew he would be trying till he did.
Father, let me and make me to give my utmost for Your highest.
