Dear God... Fond Childhood Memories

I have always had an intense and passionate relationship with books. I love reading and when I was young, all who were close to me knew that whenever they wanted to give me a gift, a book was their surest way of putting a smile on my face.

one of the books I remember fondly is a book with a compilation of 'Dear God letters'. It contained questions from young people all over the world, addressed to God.

The only question I remember off the top of my head is 'Dear God, do you have a wife?' (how typical!) Some of the letters were funny, heartwarming, ridiculous (to adults), etc. But they were all innocent, honest and very pertinent.

Thanks to our dear friend Google, I found the book. It is 'Children's Letters to God' by Stuart Hample and Eric Marshall. I think it would make a great gift for any child you know who loves to read.

Some of my favourite letters were;

proof to support Eugene's letter

• Dear God, I didn't think orange went with purple until I saw the sunset you made on tuesday. That was cool!...Eugene

• Dear God, I went to a wedding and they kissed right in church. Is that okay?... Neil

• Dear God, What does it mean you're a jealous God? I thought you had everything... Robert

• Dear God, I think about you sometimes, even when I'm not praying... Elliot

• Dear God, In Sunday school, they told us what You do. Who does it when you're on vacation?... Jane

Reminiscing about the book and the warm memories of my childhood and Sunday school it holds, I thought of a few questions I would ask God were I to write Him a letter...

• Dear God, Why doesn't every Christian die old and in their sleep?

• Dear God, If you are coming soon, why do we have to do hard stuff like go to school and work? (I know the practical answer to this... but what's the point?)

• Dear God, Why are there more women than men in the world? Is it true that you never intended a one to one mapping?

• Dear God, Are you our heavenly FATHER not mother cos the earthly mothers do an adequate job whilst the fathers...

• Dear God, why do you allow good people to die young whilst some evil men remain?

What would you ask God in your letter?

Love,

Etoile

Daddy and I - Part III

Most people I know have horror stories about their stepmothers. Not I. I am not saying my step-mum was an angel or anything but she never gave me reason to lie awake at night plotting the cleanest way to get rid of her. It may have something to do with something my Dad said I did the first week she moved in that established the fact that we were on the same team.


My Dad tells me the first week my step-mum moved in, I scheduled a meeting with her and made her sign a crayon scribbled contract that said she wasn't going to leave or hurt papa like mama did. He said I told her I'd come get her if  I ever saw Papa sad. What can I say? Too many movies, I guess. But hey, it worked.


Auntie May (my step-mum) and I were a team. She had two children before marrying daddy and one of them, a girl only a year younger than me, came to live with us but I can confidently say I was and am her favourite daughter and I on the other hand, wouldn't trade her for all the tea in China, nor all the rubies in India. (Giving up the rubies will hurt a little more, though)


She taught me all the secret recipies she had used to capture Daddy and taught me the way to a man's heart was indeed through his stomach. of course, when I grew older, she explained that it was through his stomachs, both the upper stomach and the lower one ;).


When I got to University, She was prouder than a peacock who just won a beauty pageant. In my third year, and three children later (each with a different man), my biological mother called me. She cried crocodile tears and I was about to concede that she had changed when she dropped the bombshell - She wanted me to help her kick Auntie May out. She had seen the wrong in her ways and wanted Daddy back.


The nerve! I couldn't believe this woman. Fourteen years later! Needless to say, I told her what she needed to hear and I only refrained from saying more because of Ephesians 6:1-3. She called my younger sister who also gave her a piece of her mind.


on my wedding day, as dad went to his seat fighting tears after walking me down the aisle, I watched my step-mum pat his back with even bigger tears in her eyes. The pride and happiness on her face was almost blinding. And I looked to the back where my biological mother was sitting. Auntie May had invited her without my knowledge and begged me to let her stay because that alone would be punishment enough. Looking at my biological mother's pained expression, she couldn't have been more right.


As I looked back at Daddy and smiled at him, he mouthed 'I love you' and I turned to my groom and smiled. If he was half the father Daddy way, and I was half the woman my mother was (yes, I call Auntie May my mother because it takes more than an egg to be a mother), our children were going to be the luckiest kids on earth :) :) :)


And they lived happily ever after... Lol. How else was I going to end? The story is still being lived. :) :) :)

A Child Prostitute

No, this is not a child prostitute. She and I are crying for the loss of Childhood innocence suffered by many.
credit:synaptoman

They say it hurts a lot the first time

I do not doubt it

I have seen these men come and go 

And if they are in proportion to themselves

I can imagine how it would hurt

For I am twelve and but a wee lass

They say there's loads of pain and shame

But all I can feel are the pains in my tummy

All I can see are the tears of my dying mother

All I can hear are the cries of my baby brother

Crying in vain for food, breastmilk,

Which the desert of  my mother's ailing body cannot produce

They say, don't do it, you're so young

And beautiful with your whole life ahead of you

Not understanding I have no hope

of living to see this future otherwise

What use will youth and beauty be to me?

When I lie dead from sickness and hunger?

They say its an evil, I believe them

I wish i didn't have to do this too

The pot-bellies disgust me, i disgust myself

I've cried out to God till I have no tears left

And what is shame in the face of pain?

(hunger pangs, hurt, no lie!)

And what is pain (of deflowering) in the face of death?

##For all the Children who are compelled to become adults before their time...

#Put a smile on a needy Child's face this Christmas