The little girl lived in a small, very simple, house on a hill. As she grew, she would play in the small garden and was able to see over the fence and across the valley to a wonderful house high on the hill. This house had golden windows.
For years, the little girl would dream of how magic it would be to grow up and live in a house like that instead of an ordinary house like hers. And although she loved her parents and her family, she yearned to live in such a golden house and dreamed all day about how wonderful and exciting it must feel to live there.
When she finally got to an age where she gained enough skill and sensibility to go outside her garden fence, she asked her mother is she could go for a bike ride outside the gate and down the lane. After pleading with her, her mother finally allowed her to go, insisting that she keep close to the house and didn’t wander too far.
The day was beautiful and the little girl knew exactly where she was heading! Down the lane and across the valley, she rode her bike until she got to the gate of the golden house, across the way, on the other hill.
As she dismounted her bike and lent it against the gate post, she focused on the path that lead to the house and then on the house itself. She was so disappointed as she realized all the windows were plain and rather dirty, reflecting nothing other than the sad neglect of the house that stood derelict.
So sad, she didn’t go any further and turned, heart-broken as she remounted her bike. As she glanced up she saw a sight to amaze her. There across the way, on her side of the valley, was a little house and its windows glistened golden as the sun shone… on her little home.
She realized that her home was a “golden house” and she was living with all the love and care that anyone would ever need. And gratefully she pedaled home.