“Let me die, dear Lord” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Friday May 18, 2018
5 minutes
The Birth House
Ami McKay

Dear Lord,

Thank you for listening to my prayer. I’m sorry for bothering you. I know you’re a busy dude. You see I have a real problem and I figured if I’ve never called upon you before then now’s probably the time. You see, I drove Babs’ car into the big oak tree on Princess St. I did. I really did. I don’t have insurance, and I don’t hardly even have a license. I was on my way to visit Jeremy who just so happens to be in the hospital with a kidney stone (poor guy) and it would’ve taken me so dang long to walk there so I just decided to borrow Babs’ car as she was napping and I thought it’d be quick and easy. But it wasn’t! And now Babs’ car is wrapped around that oak tree and I’m sweating bullets.