Conversations with God

Hello God, it’s me, Mara:

Lord, just sharing: author and date, unknown.

“Our Inn was at the edge of town – we heard the noisy throng move down, and as they came, I saw Pa frown. We heard a tired ‘Hello!’ call; a woman on a donkey small, the man adjusted her wool shawl. ‘We’ve traveled many miles this day; do you have a room for us to stay? All Inns are full on this Tax Day.’

“My Papa looked so sad at him. ‘We have no room and day grows dim.’’ The man turned away with a look so grim. The woman – not a girl! – did sigh, it sounded like a muffled cry, to such a little one as I.

They turned to go...