Color Wheel.

The best thing about church during the springtime is that the doors stayed wide open during the service. They always had the back windows open too, and sometimes, the breeze would be a little heavier and if it hit just the right way, you could see some of the women's hair pins slipping. On special days, Mama would put a couple of her hair pins in my hair and I always felt the most lovely on those days. Sometimes, a bird would come and perch right outside the door, and you could hear them singing. I always thought they were singing praise songs, especially if it was a sparrow. Whenever we had the front doors open, I always thought that must be what it meant when pastor told us that we should take what happens inside church and bring it outside. It's like the breeze was showing us.

After church was my favorite time. I know even when you're a kid, you should pay lots of attention in church because pastor is reading God's Holy Word, but I could never wait till the end of service. My brother never liked to talk to anyone, so after I talked to people, I would climb up in that big old tree and sit there with him. He didn't even like talking to me most days, but sometimes, on just the right day he would talk. Mama always said it wasn't very nice to get up in that tree with my dress and sandals on, but I never wanted my brother to feel alone, even if he didn't like to talk.

Usually, he had his hat over his eyes, but this time, he forgot his hat at home. I climbed up there like usual, except this time something caught and I had a little bit of blood on my knee. You know the thing about those people who never talk, when they actually do talk you pay a whole lot of attention, just in case it's really worth something. Well Finn saw the blood on my knee and he wiped it off with his shirt and then he started telling me it made him feel real nice that I would come sit in that big old tree with him. He said maybe one day pastor would let us build a house up there and if he let us build a house up there he'd really talk to me more.

I guess the thing about Finn was that he felt like he didn't need to always be talking, because he liked learning more than he liked teaching.

That is a pretty big thing for a ten year. When I'm ten I probably will still be talking all the time. You know everyone has something to teach, even when you don't use words. Finn taught me a lot, but he didn't like to talk. He liked to play that guitar of his and usually at night I would lay in my bed and I would ask God to make his guitar a person so that he didn't have to be alone and never talk. He could talk to his guitar and they could go to the creek together and it would be really nice. Usually Finn didn't even talk alot about his guitar, but one day after church I accidently told him about my prayers because he mentioned it. You know most times, you shouldn't tell people about your prayers. Daddy always said the point of prayers were to talk to God not to everyone else. Maybe I needed to pray more anyway because Finn never talked and was happy and I talked to much and sometimes got sad.

((to be continued!))