imagine my prayers traveling up, up, up and hovering over my bed until they lift all the way through the roof. Then I imagine them landing on a cloud and sitting there, waiting to be answered. When I was younger, I thought the cloud would get so heavy that all my prayers would come falling down and I’d have everything I wished for, but now I’m eleven so I know better. I still picture them sailing up, though. There’s no harm in that.
And this is why kids books are so special and feel good like - they remind you of how once you too had creative thoughts like these ☺️
