A Treasury of Miracles for Friends (10 page)

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m completely sure.”

“How come?”

“Because, Jordan, I’ve been through second grade and I know all the answers. If you have trouble I’ll help you.”

Jordan’s heart felt a little less scared after that. Not every second grader’s mommy had all the answers. If she knew everything, then he could never really get in too much trouble with his homework, and that was a good thing because Christmas wasn’t too far away.

He sat down at his desk, took a pencil from the box, and spread the piece of paper out. The white space looked very empty and Jordan stared at it for a long time. If God was going to read the letter, it had to be his best work ever. Big words would be a good thing. He worked himself a little taller in the chair, sucked in a long breath through his teeth and began to write.

Jordan’s hand hurt by the time he finished, and he could hear music playing on Grandma’s grown-up show. That meant it was almost done and any minute Grandma would come looking for him. He quick folded the letter in half, ran his finger along the edge, and folded it again. Then he stuck it in the envelope and licked the lid shut. With careful fingers he wrote the word, “God,” across the front, then his pencil moved down a bit and froze. He’d forgotten something.

He didn’t know God’s address.

His heart felt extra jumpy. God lived in heaven, so that had to be part of it. But what about the numbers? Jordan could hear footsteps coming closer, and he didn’t want Grandma to see the letter. She might want to read it, and that would ruin everything because it was a secret. Just between him and God. He looked around his room and saw his backpack near his bed. He ran fast to it and slipped the letter inside. He could give it to his mother on the way to school tomorrow. She would know God’s address.

She knew everything.