Connect the Dots

The little girl sat down and opened her tiny new book. She had never seen quite the book like this one , for it was called a “connect the dots” book. When she opened the pages, all she could see was small little dots that had numbers by them. After short instructions from her mother, she realized that she was to find the number one dot and then draw a line to wherever number two dot was on the page. Then she was to progress through the rest of the numbers until there were no more numbers in which to draw, and once she completed the numbers, there would be a picture for her to see.

Excitedly she found the number “one” dot,which she realized was slightly larger than the rest of the dots, and began her journey. One by one she found each number and drew the line. One, two, three...okay, there is four, and over there is five, oh shoot, that was six, and it looked like a five. Now she realized she probably should have drawn this with a pencil rather than a pen, but none the less, she scribbled a line through the wrong mark,corrected it, and began again.

Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, uh oh...is that an eighteen or a nineteen? The page is smudged just a bit. Hold on, she looks at the drawing which seems to be coming together just a little. Oh, yeah, that dot finishes an arm or a leg or some type of appendage, but it makes no matter what it is, for she is certain that is eighteen now, and she continues.

What she is drawing makes little difference as the illustration is more of a metaphor than a story. Life is sometimes like a connect the dots page. A person goes from one dot to another without being able to see the whole picture. Only after many dots have been drawn through does one begin to figure out that there is an artist who moves a person from dot to dot to dot, and even if the person occasionally runs off to a dot that is out of order, a scribbling through can occur, and the picture can be put back on track once again. Happy drawing. Until tomorrow...Why Say More?