A friend told me about her little girl. She had asked for a slice of honeydew, and then ran off to chase her brother. Her mother opened the refrigerator and reached for the round, bumpy fruit. The carving knife was in her hand piercing the peel when her daughter came racing back into the kitchen.

"I WANT SOME HONEYDEW!" she announced with a stomp. 

"That is just what I am getting," my friend answered. She looked down at her daughter and smiled.

As she scooped the seeds and set out a pair of plates her mind wandered to her own wants. She ached for a new door to open in her life. As a praying woman she had laid her desires before God and felt impatient about the slow response. 

This week she had a dream in which there was a path with honeycomb steps, leading her around the corner. Thinking about its meaning she fell quiet. 

"That is just what I am doing," came a a still, small voice. Looking back over the events of the past three years she began to see a strategy, that began to appear like the light coming from behind a door. Maybe, the answer was already being sliced open. 

And she felt God smiling.