So we had ten minutes in creative writing class on Wednesday to write a prayer telling a story. This is my rather non creative piece but I kinda liked it so here it is.
I messed up bad. I know I'm not supposed to lie to my mom but I did. See yesterday mom told me to eat all of my peas or I couldn't have any desert. Well God, I didn't finish my peas, I hid them behind the big chair dad sits in. When my mom came to the table with the chocolate pudding, I told her I ate all my peas. Mom told me I better not be lying or she'd spank my 6 year old fanny. God, what's a fanny? Well I ate the pudding and then forgot about the peas. God....she found the peas. And I'm still not sure what a fanny is but my butt sure is sore now. Well mom is telling me to finish by saying I won't do it again so I promise not to do it again.
God? she went into the kitchen now and told me to think about what I did....now that we're alone, can you please not let her find the spinach from last Saturday? Amen.
Hope you enjoyed it :)
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
It's not just having someone who loves you, or having someone for you to love, it's having someone who treasures your opinion. Having that person who wants to hear what you have to say. Knowing that you really do matter to someone else as much as they matter to you. That the words you say are being held onto as tightly as the ones they utter to you. Is it possible to have a broken heart before you even have that kind of love? I think so. God only knows what it takes to put that heart back together. He can put it back together. He can. Right?