For the person living with something that looks like pure loss. A farmer kept saying, “Maybe. We’ll see.” The harm is not imaginary. It also does not get to decide that nothing good can still grow.
I Asked for a Snake and Called It a Fish
For the person angry that the exact ask did not arrive—or who stopped asking small things so as not to bother God. He is not a vending machine. He is not a triage desk you have to manage.
