Friday, August 22, 2008
When I was in a dark place
and God wasn’t’ there
I’d play Legos with my son, age 5.
We’d build and build and talk and mutter.
I constructed huge walls and castles.
I felt safe.
Or I imagined I was safe.
Almost as good.
My son said suddenly, “Daddy are you worried?”
Safe for the moment behind the Legos
I said “No”.