Yesterday evening, I spent time at my young cousin’s house; he is only 16 months old, and really cute with chubby legs :-). During the evening, I felt unwell, and started to develop a fever. My fever got worse and I vomited a lot. It was very unpleasant. My Mum and Dad had gone to a memorial service for a priest whom the family had known for a very long time. They came to collect me at about 10.30pm–very late for me–and I was really pooped. My Grammy (grandmother, to you) used to be a nurse, and she looked at my throat to see if there was any inflammation; there wasn’t. My parents put me to bed and in no time, I was fast asleep. I slept very well during the night.
When I woke this morning, I felt a little better. I thought about God. I asked myself if he was just a spirit. But as I thought about it, while I was having my breakfast of star- and Christmas-tree shaped toast with Nutella, the more I felt that God is more than that. He is everything in the world that is good. Although the world has a few bad people, it has many more good people and I think that is the way that God wants it to be: a world that is much more about goodness than it is about badness.
By Rhian Jones