Conversation with God.
Just askin'
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: Huummm.
Me: On the way home, my phone went dead, just as I picked up a call.
God: All right.
Me: And on top of it all, 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: 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)
God: The first person who made your sandwich today was sick and I
didn't want you to catch what they have, I knew you couldn't
afford to miss
work.
Me: (embarrassed): Ok...
God: Your phone went dead because the person that was calling was
going to give false witness about what you said on that call,
I didn't even
let you talk to them so you would be covered.
Me: (softly) I see God.
God: Oh and that foot massager, it had a shortage 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.
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