My giggles fill the air as my white shirt becomes dirty with the mud that I am rolling in. I look over at Natalie and laugh when she finally decides to get in the mud with me. Her yellow, flowery dress gave into the temptations that my white shirt had already given into.

“See? This is fun!” The wet mud gets into my hair and I lift my head up so it doesn’t get even dirtier. Surprisingly, making mud angels was more fun than what it looks like. I stopped making mud angels and look up at the sky. “Do you think our mud angels will fly up in the sky Natalie?” “What kind of question is that? They can’t fly up in the sky. There’s nothing there and they’re stuck to the ground forever. We are stuck on the ground forever, just like they are.” Natalie went back to making her mud angel, but my brain had its wheels turning. Soon, I shrugged it off and went back to making my mud angel.

Lunch time comes and we both get up and marvel at our perfect, gooey angels. “I hope they fly up into the sky.”  “They aren’t going to fly into the sky.” Natalie walks back to her parents while I stay and look up at the sky. Is God really real? Is heaven up above the clouds? My head was bursting like a gusher whenever you eat it, and the thoughts continued to spin through my mind. The mud clings to me and weighs me down, and I trudge back to my parents, still lost deep in thought.

“Sophie, we have to go. It’s time to go to church and you need to get cleaned off.” I say goodbye to Natalie and her family then get as clean as possible so I could get in the car. A few hours later, I’m in church and it still feels like the mud is clinging onto me. Tonight, we talked about sin and how it weighs the person down. The rest of the night, I didn’t listen to anyone else as I continued to question my belief.

The next day, after a lot of thought, I went back to the mud I made angels in. By this time, I believed that God is real and is the savior. I look at the mud, and my jaw dropped. The mud angels were gone.

I look up at the sky and saw a cloud smiling at me. The weight that was on my back like mud was lifted and I smiled. “Our angels did fly up to the sky!”

I know that they flew to heaven, and I know that that is where I am going to go when I become an angel like the one I made.