On “Visits to the Grandparents”
Your thoughts are familiar to me too. My sister shared a story with me about how I used to spend hours as a child praying at a home-made altar I set up in my bedroom. According to my sister, Mom thought I would grow up to become a nun. I had to explain to both of them that I was praying for a horse. I remember on my 16th birthday my uncle, who lived next door, came home with a Newfoundland pony. When I learned it wasn’t for me, I gave up praying as I believed there couldn’t be a God.
Written April 20, 2010 by my friend Geralyn.
