> Me: God, can we talk?
> 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 forever.
> God: Hmmm.
> Me: On the way home, my phone went DEAD, just as I picked up a call.
> God: Bummer.
> Me: And on top of it all, when I got home ~I just wanted to soak my feet in my new foot massage. BUT it wouldn't work!!! Nothing went right today! Why did you do that?
> God: Thanks for sharing. Let me see, the Death Angel was at your bed this morning & 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 had. I knew you couldn't afford to miss work.
> Me: *embarrassed* Okay.
> God: Your phone went dead because the person that was calling you was was calling to share negativity ("hateration," as you call it), so I didn't even let you talk to them.
> Me
> (softly): I see.
> God: Oh and that foot massage, 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 get it. I'm sorry.
> God: Don't be sorry, just learn to trust me in all things, the good and the (seemingly) bad. And don't doubt my plan-- it is always better than your plan. I'm doing a thing here.
> AMEN!