imagine that you’re Noah’s youngest child…

imagine you love your modest home and the simple quiet life you have there. every afternoon playing in your yard makes you smile, every dinner by the hearth nourishes your soul, every night cozy in your little bed is safe. imagine you have no love of adventure and hate this whole “Ark” plan. your older siblings won’t play with you today, so busy are they sawing timbers. Mother is overwhelmed preserving every scrap of food in the cellar. and Dad? don’t even talk to me about Dad. Lord knows, these days he’s got no time for you. (he’s too busy talking to “The Lord”.) and the plan? what’s the plan? 40+ days adrift on Waterworld in a rudderless ship full of copulating animals and manure, scanning the horizon for pirates?

can you be a child, for just a minute, and imagine those feelings?

this is how I feel about yet another day of rain.