| Me: | God, can I ask you a question? |
God: | Sure. |
| Me: | Promise you won't get mad? |
God: | I promise. |
| Me: | Why did you let so much stuff happen to me today? |
God: | What do you mean? |
| Me: | Well, I woke up late. |
God: | Yes. |
| Me: | My car took forever to start. |
God: | Okay. |
| Me: | At lunch they made my sandwich wrong and I had to wait. |
God: | Hmmm. |
| Me: | On the way home my phone went dead just as I picked up a call. |
God: | Okay. |
| Me: | And on top of all that, when I got home I just wanted to soak my feet in my new foot massager
and relax, but it wouldn't work! Nothing went right today! Why did you do that? |
God: | Well, let me see. The Death Angel was at your bed this morning and I had to send one of the other angels
to battle him for your life. I let you sleep through that. |
| Me: | (humbled): OH... |
God: | I didn't let your car start because there was a drunk driver on your route that would have hit you if
you were on the road. |
| Me: | (ashamed) Oh ... |
God: | The person who made your first sandwich today was sick and I didn't want you to catch what he has.
I knew you couldn't afford to miss work. |
| Me: | (embarrassed): Ok... |
God: | Your phone went dead because the person who was calling was going to give false witness about what you
said during that call. I didn't even let you talk to them so that you would be covered. |
| Me: | (softly) I see, God. |
God: | Oh, and that foot massager had a short that was going to throw out all of the power in your house tonight.
I didn't think you wanted to be in the dark. |
| Me: | I'm sorry God. |
God: | Don't be sorry, just learn to trust me in all things, the good and the bad. |
| Me: | I will trust you. |
God: | And don't doubt that MY plan for your day is always better than your plan. |
| Me: | I won't, God. And let me just tell you God, thank you for everything today. |
God: | You're welcome, child. It was just another day being your God, and I love looking
after my children. |
