Chrysanthemum and Her Faith

A little mouse-girl named Chrysanthemum finds God, and her life is never the same.

It was a sunny day in Waverly, Ohio. I was in my bed resting when suddenly, a bird knocked on my bedroom window with her beak. “Chrys!” The bird peeped. “Come on out!”

I awoke slowly and opened my window. She twittered all about. “I’ve missed you!”

I smiled slowly. “Hmm?” I yanked, my tail dragging on the floor. 

“Sleepy Chrysanthemum?” 

I nodded with my eyes closed. “Hmm, Lyla understands,”

I smiled and slowly fluttered my eyes open. “Good morning, Lyla,” I expressed with a sweet morning voice. “

[to be continued]

“God loves you, hun. You know that,”

I sighed. “I know. “It’s so sweet how…”

“What?”

“How…He can..can love all of us so deeply, even when we make a mistake?”

“He is … magnificent”