It was Christmas Eve and the Lord looked down from above at all His children. It had been nearly two thousand years since the birth of His Son and turning to His youngest angel, the Lord said: “Go down to the earth and bring back to me the one thing …Read More »
By Robert Peterson
She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where I live. I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles, whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea. "Hello," she said.
I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child. "I'm building," she said.
"I see that. What is it?" I asked, not really caring.