There isn't a day that goes by that I don't wonder about that day. Since I was a little girl, nestled in my others arm I heard the stories. I was always fascinated about who he was and how he lived but yet even in my imagination I couldn't peace together the vivid pieces of his life. Who was he and how could I be more like him, walk like him, talk like him, and move as he moved. He spoke with such strength, such vigor, and so much emphasis but, Why did they hate him so much?, How come they wanted him dead?

I guess I'll never truly get a chance to experience the fullness of his life, unless by some weird event I can go back 2000 years and meet him. Well, anyways I guess I'll close this "Good" book and get some rest tomorrow's a big day for me and I don't want to be completely exhausted. Father how can I get to know more of you, I just want to touch the hem of your garments just to see you and know you more. As she fell asleep the world she would know would disappear and the life she longed to see and experience will come to past. She would wake up to what she asked for but would she be ready to experience the plans he had for her or was what she asked for more then what she really wanted?