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Topic: Illustrate the meaning of “All that Glitters is Not Gold” (without using the actual phrase or literal example). (01/24/08)
TITLE: Little Miss Drama's 'wOw'zer Wings
By LauraLee Shaw
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Six-year-old Jessica, the Moore family’s drama queen, often talked to her favorite doll when her life seemed to be falling apart—which was quite often.
“I’ll betcha’ Tinkerbell never had to clean her room. Her mom prob’ly let her just fly and sparkle her whole exciting life long!”
Jessica plopped Molly into her lap and tied a bonnet around her braided hair. “Let’s go out to the playhouse, Molly. We need some ‘WoW’ in our day.”
As Jessica made her way down the stairs with Molly clutched against her chest, she whispered, “Besides, we won’t have to listen to Cameron’s loud music out there. He’s going through a phase, you know.”
“Where ya’ goin,’ Sweetie pea?” Jessica’s mom asked.
“Molly and I are going to the playhouse for some ‘WoW.’ Maybe this time I’ll get my wings…”
Jessica skipped through the back door as her mom stared after her. Just the night before, they had a discussion about this special fairyland that Jessica had found inside her playhouse. Supposedly, she had found a secret door that led to a place where she could fly and be free to imagine all she wanted.
“What’s it like to fly?” Her mom had asked her.
Jessica’s eyes were as big as saucers as she explained. “Welllll, I haven’t actually flown yet, but I’ll be getting my wings any day now. And I’ll be free like a bird.”
Each time Jessica took Molly to visit her private dream world, the routine was the same. She would sit Molly down on her wooden rocker, pose the doll’s hands perfectly over her lap and ask her to watch intently as she opened the "Door of 'WoW,’" as she had named it.
Shimmery dust would whisp through the entryway, and two beautiful young fairies would dress Jessica in the loveliest of attire—full of sparkles and sequins—with shiny shoes to suit the outfit. They flaunted an extra pair of magical wings each time, but before Jessica could grab them, the fairies would fly away.
This particular day, though, as Molly sat faithfully to the side, the fairies greeted Jessica at the Door of ‘WoW’ carrying a colorful set of feathered wings.
“WooooooW, can you believe it, Molly? I’m getting my wings today. See how perfect they are? They’ll carry me wherever I wanna go. Up over the rooftops all the way to the fluffy clouds—with only the sound of the birds chirping their beautiful song.”
As the young fairies held the wings up in the air, Jessica stood in awe of their perfection. She spun around, thrust her arms out to the side, shut her eyes as tightly as she could-- and waited for the young fairies to put her new, free-flying arms on her.
The ground shook, and Molly fell off her rocker as a result of a thumping impact. The entire playhouse transformed into a forest with a sparkling stream flowing throughout. Jessica was soaring just above the stream and below the trees, shrieking shrills of sheer delight as she learned to fly. She hoped that Molly was comfortable enough resting in the tree upon which she had landed.
“Now, thiiiiiiiiis is the liiiiiiiiiife, Molly. Look at meeeeeeeeeee. I’m flyyyyyyinnng.”
Remembering her life-long dream of turning cartwheels on the clouds, Jessica decided to head in an upward direction. Suddenly, a loud crack and a splash echoed through the trees. Jessica’s 'wOw'zer wings had snapped right in two, which gave her a solid belly flop into the stream. Her arms flailing, Jessica shrilled, “Molly! I can’t swim!” In the next moment, her toes found the muddy bottom of the water as she waddled her way out onto solid ground.
“You call these things wings?” Her heavy feet sloshed back to Molly. “Thanks anyway, fairies, but you can keep ‘em. They’re worthless! I want to go home.”
Jessica opened her eyes, and she found Molly rocking in her chair looking quite content. “Oh, Molly, I’m so glad you’re alright. That flying thing wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, was it?”
Bursting through the door of familiarity to her house, Jessica sniffed out a huge platter of her mom's fried chicken.
“Hey, Sweetie Pea, I thought you might be hungry. You want a couple of wings like usual?”
Jessica brought her hands to her head and belted out, “Oh, n-n-no-no-NO, Mom. No wings. If it’s all the same to you, we’ll have the legs from now on, won’t we, Molly?”
Author’s food for thought: Are there WINGS in your life?
“Those who cling to worthless idols forfeit the grace that could be theirs.” Jonah 2:8—(NIV)
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