Little Fish

by Casey Plett

He had that obliviousness of men that she envied, even missed. The permission of it, anyway.

She was so, so tired of loving her people and them not loving her back. Sometimes this made her angry. And sometimes, like now, she found it spookily easy to put her hurt and baggage on ice. She was aware how strange this was. On some level.

Most people think you don’t get things if you don’t pray for them. But it is un-Christian to believe God must be asked in order to give. He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous!”