Do not be fearful. My friends are all here. No one is going anywhere — at least today.
I would play elevator operator in my closet, standing inside the closet, closing the door, sliding it open and announcing the floor number and whatever I dreamed up would be sold on that floor.
We lay our heads down, and somehow magically, we become unconscious, and we are sleeping.
I don’t even know that girl who wrote those words. But, they were my words back then.
I was stunned. I really thought God was opening a great big door for me. Now it just slammed shut.
Sometimes we hold onto things just because it has some “meaning” that if we really think about it, is not in the object itself.