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They finished reading their bedtime story…she finished praying the Lord her soul would keep…as her mother tucked her in she asked, “Momma, why do we sleep?”

“And while we’re on the subject,” she said, her eyes now open and bright, “how did it come to be…we only sleep at night?”

Of course she knew the scientific answer…of which she could easily relate…but gazing into her chid’s eyes she thought…for now…science could wait.

“We are given many gifts when we’re created.” She said. “to use anyway we deem…but one of our greatest gifts…I believe…is our ability to dream.”

“I believe our dreams are important…their meaning so profound…so deep…and I believe our greatest dreams appear before us as we sleep.”

“And it is only after the sun goes down…of this I have no doubt…only in the the dark of night…that our dreams…like stars…come out.

“So you see the night is made not just for sleeping…it is for dreaming too…so tomorrow when you wake up…you can begin to make those dreams come true.”

“And if tomorrow a dream comes true…how wonderful….if not…her mother beamed…why that’s why we have the next night…for another chance to dream.”

“And have all your dreams come true Momma?” Her daughter asked…as into sleep she slid….Her mother kissed her on the forehead smiling…

“I know of one that did.”