Me: God, may I ask you a question?
God: Sure.
Me: Promise you won't get mad.
God: I promise.
Me: Why did you let so much bad 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: 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 Angel of Death 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 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. I want to 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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