Waiting for Mum

The custody arrangement was a bit complicated with every other Thursday at my mums. One afternoon I waited on my bed for my mum to come and pick me up, I hadn’t been to hers the week before so was sure I was going. Afternoon turned to evening and I was still waiting, it was dark now and I cried sure that something must have happened to her on that market street, she always came for me, she would never forget. I cried hoping someone would hear me and tell me she was ok but no one did and so I prayed, I prayed to God that he would bring her to me and that if he did I would believe in him forever.

I had learnt at school that you must not test God or demand anything from him like when the devil tried to tempt Jesus in the desert but I desperate and weak, alone and consumed with fear.

She had not come because it was not her night too, but I did not blame the complicated custody arrangement that had confused me, I blamed God for not answering my prayer either he didn't care or didn't exist.