A dragon inched past her, followed by a dancing bear and a sailing ship. Andrea’s 18-year old imagination was busy as she lay looking up at the clouds. The water from the brook swirled around her bare toes as she daydreamed of childhood adventures.
It was easy for her to daydream. Just being is easy. Everyone does it. It takes no real effort but also offers no real reward. Adventures open the door to failure while mere existence knows nothing of greatness. She would rather do what she loved than trudge through working at mediocrity.
Andrea’s mind flew with the birds as they sailed on the gentle breeze. The sun warmed her skin as the song of the birds drew her up into the sky and she closed her eyes and listened.
The peace of the perfect moment was broken and she sat up. The happy tune of the meadow birds seemed different. Andrea tilted her head as if it improved her listening. She was hearing words, as if the birds had added imperceptible lyrics to their song. The more she listened the more she was certain that the song was coming from the trees and not the birds.
She slipped on her brown leather sandals and ran her fingers through her wavy hair. Who knew what she’d find, but it was an adventure she had to take. The day demanded it.
Andrea headed for the trees.
For such are false apostles, deceitful workers, transforming themselves into apostles of Christ. And no wonder! For Satan himself transforms himself into an angel of light (2 Corinthians 11:13-14).
*** This is the first of a 3-part story.