Conversations with God

Hello God, it’s me, Mara: You know Lord, friends stop occasionally and tell interesting stories about their lives. A gal, we’ll call her Jill, stopped a while ago, mentioned how lovely the Autumn’s Leaves were, some falling, some still attached to their branches. She giggled, mentioning that her Aunt Jane, who lives a WAYS away, had told her that in her small town, she’d noticed a playground by a school with a high fence around it. Both of us thought that fence might prevent deer from hopping over; we giggled…like WHAT would be in or AT a playground for deer to eat?

Then Jill said her Aunt men...