The Land of Make Believe

In the land of make believe there is a trolley that takes you in and out of the realm of King Friday. Do you think Friday is his first name? His son is Prince Tuesday. Or is it Prince Tuesday Friday? If it’s make believe why wouldn’t it be Saturday? I guess it doesn’t matter. Of course no trip there would be complete without running into Lady Elaine Fairchild (who may have been a heavy smoker) or Henrietta Pussycat. “Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow.” But I digress.

I wasn’t really a fan of Mr. Rogers show. Perhaps because that trolley never came to take me to my land of make believe. Or maybe it did, but it always brought me back. I was more of a Sesame Street kid. There were fun times there, but also problems on that street. People and puppets had hurts and got dirty.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my life: the past, choices I’ve made, choices I didn’t get to make, friend that have come and gone, and who I am now. I like this person I see smiling in pictures, this person whose eyes have life. But still if I were writing the story it would have been different.

In my land of make believe….
There is a whole family

There is no abuse

My sister and I are best friends who lie on the floor late into the night listening to songs like Lady in Red on the radio and make up flash light choreography to classic music

In my land of make believe…
I don’t hurt those I love

Those I love don’t hurt me

Love and friendship lasts forever

In my land of make believe…
Everyone knows the love of Jesus

My friends are at peace and not in pain

And in my land of make believe…
I am in Africa with orphans

I am a renowned marine mammal researcher who plays and sings to dolphins (and maybe people, too)

I am perfect :)

Then the trolley comes to take me back. The radio is on, it’s time to get up and face the reality of the day. I look in the mirror. Sure I look disheveled, with some sand still in the corner of my eyes. But there is an opportunity for adventure on Sesame Street today!

I would be different if I lived in the land of make believe and maybe not for the better. God knows better than me the reasons… so goodbye King Friday, I’m staying in the realm of King Jesus.