"Why did I walk away?"
Allegro asked herself. "I wanted
exactly what she said: for someone to know and love the part of me that I love
most about myself! Who wouldn’t want
that? Who doesn’t want that, for crying out
loud! Out LOUD! COL.
That’s new one! I’ll be the first
on Facebook to use it! But they’ll think
I’m weird, if they don’t already think that?
How do we ever know what people are really thinking about us? I mean really. Really.
Oh no that wasn’t weird! They say
to my face…but then they text their REAL BFF 'OMG, she’s so weird!' And they know who the text is about! Me!
Ms. Weirdy 2013! My dad is the
only person on earth who ever loved and liked and adored me! (She cried hard.) MY DAD!
IT’S FATHER’S DAY! I’m so stupid!"
Text: Dad. I’m sorry. I’m so so so so sorry! You know I love you for real right!? Like for real real!? Dad I’m sorry. Happy Father’s Day! I’ll show you how much I love you today! I love you.
Allegro.A minute later:
Text: I had a dream about you last night, like the one’s I had
when you were a girl. You were walking
on the beach with a woman who had the softest brown eyes I’ve ever seen. You talked, and talked, and talked, like you
do. And she not only listened, but
seemed to like listening. A flaming dove
flew between you two. Then, for no reason I could see in the dream, you started
running as fast as you can. (Which in
real life is not fast at all, but in the dream you were THE FLASH!)
Then I woke up.The Spirit didn’t tell me what this dream meant. I’m sure you already know. Remember my one goal in life as your father: That you would have learned to follow the Spirit by watching me follow the Spirit. Remember what I’ve taught you. If you want to give me a Father’s Day gift, receive God’s gift. Receive His Son. Then you’ll be my spiritual and physical daughter. I love you. I like you. Dad
Allegro cried.
She ran as fast as she could (which is not very fast at
all). Maybe the girl was still at the
library.
She was.
The Spirit told her to wait outside until she saw the girl
running back….
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