I'm off for a walk, braving the cold and the monsters in the trashcans. But they don't frighten me anymore, because last time they came out and put their arm around me and asked why I was crying, and then gave me tea and hot biscuits. I asked them what it was like to be monsters and live in trashcans, and they said it wasn't easy being green but that God had a plan for them too, and that day it was to come out and comfort me. And they said they couldn't help me with all of my problems, but promised that it wasn't all meaningless and random and that I should just keep doing the best that I could. I told them I was afraid that I was being destructive in the things that were most important to me, and if that was the case I'd rather God just kill me before I screwed anything up more. So then they said that I had to try to be wise, but that really God only asked me to pray a lot and act out of love as much as I could. And I was relieved, and it was like Narnia and Sesame Street had combined and materialized in Lullwater Park one very cold day.
Sarah Eliza Langley
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