One of my dear friends, Sue, posted this on her Facebook. I don’t know the author, but I tweaked it a bit. We blame God for many things that are not His fault. In fact, nothing is God’s fault. We need to grasp this and stop placing blame on our Beloved Father. And, actually, this is how our conversation should be with our Papa! Intimate! Smile, God loves you.
Me : Father, can I ask you something?
GOD: Sure.
Me: Promise you won’t get mad?
GOD: I promise. I love to reason with you.
Me (frustrated): 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 (growling): At lunch, they made my sandwich wrong and I had to wait so long.
GOD: Hmmmm…
Me: On the way home, my phone went dead, just as I picked up a call.
GOD: All right.
Me (loudly): And to top it all off, when I got home, I just wanted to soak my feet in my 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 might 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): Oh…
GOD: Your phone went dead because the person that was calling was going to give a 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, Father.
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, Father.
GOD: Don’t be sorry, I’m just trying to help you trust Me in all things, whether they seem good or bad to you.
Me: I will trust You, Father, forgive me.
GOD: And don’t doubt that My plan for your day is always better than your plan. Remember, My thoughts are higher than your thoughts.
Me: I will remember, Father, thank You for everything today.
GOD: You’re welcome, my beloved. Remember that I am with you always, even unto the end of the age.
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