Conversations with God

Hello God, it’s me, Mara:

You know, Lord, big, little, old or young, sometimes we get frightened right out of our socks and we want our Mama. We always felt safe when we could snuggle in Mama’s arms. Watching tiny ‘Tatiana’ struggling to walk, a counter blocking her view; we smiled as she turned and ran as best as she could, back into the safety of her Mama’s arms.

Another little girl was ‘lost’ – her Mama was at work, but she knew that Nana lived up the hill from her. So, slipping out of her house, barefooted and in her nightdress, she ran across the prairie grass, up the hill; reaching up hi...