Sometimes I wonder how boring it would be if everything in my life were perfect.

   Sometimes I wonder if God’s big ol’ beard smells old and musty and is scratchy or if it smells like fresh air and sunshine and is soft like the clouds.

   Sometimes I wonder about all the undelivered messages that would have completely changed people’s lives. Like when a mail plane (how can you tell if it’s a mail plane?Check between the landing gears) crashes or a mailbox gets destroyed or when someone loses their cellphone before they read their texts or listen to a voicemail. How many declarations of love or hate and unanswered questions are floating around us? What about a message from a birth mother to her baby that she had given up for adoption which reads “I’ll understand if you don’t want to talk to me so if I don’t hear from you I’ll never call you again”?  How about an embarrassing or hateful voicemail that never gets heard and when the sender changes their mind and wishes they didn’t leave the message they’re puzzled by never getting a reaction from the recipient and they eventually get over it and let it go. How many lives could have been better or worse?  Or over. Or longer. Sometimes I wonder about that. ~Kiddo