Something inside of my heart dares to dream big.
And to actually believe it will happen.
Remember Cabbage Patch Kids? I was obsessed with getting one in early elementary school. One day I dreamed so hard for a doll that as I sat in my classroom, I could focus on nothing else.
That day my mom picks me up in her old Ford wagon. I grab my younger sister’s hand and we dive into the backseat. My legs stick to the hot black vinyl seat under my denim Oshkosh overalls dress. I can’t wait to get home.
All day long I had been praying that God would give me a Cabbage Patch Doll and that it would be waiting tucked away under the bunk bed I shared with my sister. Yes, you heard me right. It was going to magically appear under my bed. I was dreaming big.
As we pull…
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