I was standing in trampoline gym asking Melanie what she wanted to do next for her birthday.  Some sort of shopping? I went down the usual list which for us is more treasure hunting, less mall cruising.  A girl about Melanie’s age started whispering theatrically in our direction.  I thought about the five to ten visible/audible reasons she could be pointing at us.  Then I figured our real story was even worse than what she could see.  Then I thanked God for Oscar Wilde.

And Jesus of course…

Praying for KP

Melanie writes a story.  It is a simply constructed “fairy tale” about a family fighting abuse.  I am again impressed with the power of writing to help us to process evil as well as good and how important it is that she be allowed to express her voice and gain power over what has happened to her