Thoughts for the Work Week Ahead

contributed by my friend Sue F.

Man (in a tizzy): God, can I ask you something?

GOD: Sure.

 
Man: Promise you won't get mad?

GOD: I promise.

Man (frustrated): Why did you let so much stuff happen to me today?

GOD: What do you mean?

Man: Well I woke up late.

GOD: Yes.

Man: My car took forever to start.

GOD: Okay . . .  

Man (growling): At lunch, they made my sandwich wrong and I had to wait.

GOD: Hmmmm.

Man: On the way home, my phone went dead, just as I picked up a call.

GOD: All right.

Man (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.

Man (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.

Man (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.

Man (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 protected.

Man (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 cold in the dark.

Man: I'm sorry God.

GOD: Don't be sorry, my child, just learn to trust me . . . in all things, the good and the bad.

Man: I WILL trust you God.

GOD: And don't doubt that my plan for your day is always better than your plan.

Man: I won't God. And let me just tell you God, thank you for everything today.

GOD: You are welcome, my child. It was just another day being your God. And I love looking after my children.