From the West Stairwell

[The following is a true story. The names have not been changed. No one is ashamed, so why should they hide behind a mask?]

The voices - I hear them.

A group a ladies are touring the building. Just now they went up the staircase and entered the fourth floor. They did not see me. I don't know if they are going into the apartment, so I am hiding on the landing that you come to before getting to the roof. I had to tell someone; I can hear them now, talking. The stairwell smells like grandma perfume. I have wheat thins and my favorite fairy tale book. I could stay here for a while.

Ahh. They leaving the fourth floor; now I just have to wait for the stragglers, then I can go back in to the apartment.

It's not that I don't enjoy people; I just enjoy hiding from them so much more...

"a little wish"

Do you ever feel like you are suppose to pray for someone and you have on idea why, maybe it is for a friend who you think has it all together, maybe for someone you haven't thought of for months, or maybe for someone you hardly know? While your driving, doing the dishes, or awake in the middle of the night you feel like you should pray for them?

While talking with a friend the other night about how he was doing the subject of prayer came up, and it reminded me of ,what I call " a little wish".
That one day when I reach heaven, God will show me my life, how at different times people were praying for me, I'll see how through life, as I struggled with this world, someone was prompted by God to pray for me.
Then from there He would show me all times when I had no idea why I was praying for someone, and what was happening with them.