I was shuffling through my noggin the other day, and came about a certain memory that made me smile a bit. Discovering old memories is such an important thing to do.
I must have been like 7 or 8 years old at the time, and for one reason or another I decided I was going to write a letter to God. A prayer hardly seemed sufficient for my purposes, and thankfully my innocent child brain knew that. So I wrote this little letter. I wish I could remember more of the specific details I scribbled in that note because it would have certainly made this moment of nostalgia all the more exciting. I do remember being very casual though. My words were something along the lines of, "Dear God, How are you? How has heaven been going? Please come down and see me when you aren't too busy. Lets hang out." Nothing too intense or witty I guess, just my 7 or 8 year old brain.
Some point that week I concluded that the only form of postal service available for delivering my letter to God, was by sending it souring to heaven through the use of a helium balloon. My mom took me to the store to get one the next day. For some strange explanation we had to get a red "Happy Birthday" balloon. I think it may have been because it was the biggest one available and big was necessary. A few hours later after a little scotch tape and some miniature preparation, my letter was firmly attached to the string of the balloon and everything was ready to happen. My Mother and Grandmother came outside to watch me mail the letter to God. I remember letting go of the funny little envelope and then we all watched the parcel slowly make its way up into the clouds. It was a medium cloudy day. Soon all we could see was a tiny spec of it sailing away, like a grain of pepper amidst a bowl of gravy. (that simile works right?)
Today I know God received my letter. I got His reply.
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