Bull in the china shop. That’s how I feel when I’m confronted with the suffering of others. And how I felt as I tried to write this article. By the time it acquired its second or third title, and was still as preachy as ever, I finally hit on the idea of writing it as a series of letters.
Dear God,
It’s me again. I used to be the happiest person I know. I still am, down there in my heart somewhere, but while You’re digging me out again, I’m having trouble coming up with words worth sharing. Instead, I take my camera and set out in search of You — and I keep bumping into small stuff. Tiny sparrows with markings in khaki, cream and cinnamon. The first anemone, clear noon sunlight glowing through its translucent scarlet petals until it hardly looks real, it’s so beautiful.
Are You trying to tell me something?
Sincerely,
Pollyanna
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Elisabeth Adams 