“You’re tall,” Messiah says. I laugh. People have told me this so many times before and yet it seems so new to them.
“Thanks,” I respond.
Messiah looks to the night sky and whispers, “Can you reach the stars?”
“What?” His voice was too low to hear him.
“See that star?” he says pointing, “Can you reach it?”
My eyes follow where his small finger is pointing. I see the star he is pointing at. The North Star.
“Well, I’m not that tall,” I protested.
“Doesn’t mean you can’t try,” he said in his sing-song tune.
I let out a long breath.
“Ok. I’ll try.”
I climbed onto the tree and to the top. It was the tallest tree I’ve ever seen and I admit. I was afraid.
I reached out my hand and touched the sky. I grabbed the star.
“Impossible,” I gasped.
“You got it?” Messiah called from below.
I climbed down the tree, still staring at the star. It was amazing.
“See, I told you anything can happen!”
“Yes, Messiah, anything can happen.”