Well, I am sneaking this one in just under the wire. I was on an all day field trip with Lincoln. That is a story for another time. This prompt perplexed me. I read it at the beginning of the month and kept waiting for someone to hurt me. Didn't happen. Annoy me? Yes. Hurt me? Eh, not so much. So I wrote this letter about just some general feelings of frustrations. It felt good to get it out, and as you can see, I just wrote and wrote on top of what I wrote and then wrote some more. I wrote about my faith intersecting with my frustration, and was brutally honest. Here is the letter. Please note the irony of my using the "Little Miss Fun" note paper.
And then I did what I felt would help me put to rest these feelings... I burnt that sucker.
Yep. No need to keep around bad vibes. I don't know that I would call this letter a prayer, in fact, I wouldn't. But by the end of it, I wanted to pray. I wanted to let God be in control of situations and people when I cannot. So I felt like burning it was a good way to say, Hey Lord, I am done with this. A little reverse burning bush if you will... is that sacreligous? I am not meaning for it to be.
I also had to laugh at the fact that the ONLY part of the paper to remain unscathed was Little Miss Fun's smiling face. As if to say, "See. Quit holding onto all that junk, and get happy. Be Fun." So, thank you Lord for a paper, pen, a match, and your quiet Holy Spirit whispering to me this evening...
Day 13. Done.