Someone was Going to Die
Concentric conversations like heavy rain crashed against our imaginations, threatening to drown us all. Hope was almost lost.What do we do? What can we do? How many attempted interventions had epically failed? How many times had we been hoodwinked? How many tears shed? Prayers prayed? Time and money invested? And to what end...
Afraid to move even one little pawn up one little space, we did the only thing we knew to do: In the most desperate of times wisdom consults the elders among you. Cherry and I decided to take our crazy idea to the Big Papa. We knew if our plan had validity, Popee would affirm it, and if it didn't he would swiftly shoot the idea down with an, “Are you crazy? Y'all are insane!”
The gavel wrapped loudly. Did my ears deceive me? We had the green light!? Maybe we weren't completely insane? Maybe God was truly up to something! Mom, of course, was not in favor of the verdict. For obvious reasons, her concern was Breleigh. We still had work to do to convince her, but the Big Papa had spoken!