I realize I treat God in
much the same way I do my mom.
Dad?
Yes, darling?
I need a recipe. A really good recipe….
Recipe for what darling…?
What do you mean ‘for what?”… for LIFE, of course! My life stinks
and I could really use help…
Sure, I’ll help you…
Well, that’s not exactly what I meant. I don’t need your help…. Actually, I do need
your help, but I just want you to give me a recipe… A simple recipe that I can
follow… Maybe four or five easy steps that guarantee awesome results.
I don’t want you to follow a recipe. I want you to follow Me.
I hesitate a bit because I know this is can be a
sticky point. But I feel like I have nothing to lose, so I go out on a limb.
Well, no offence but you are kind of hard to follow. It would be
much easier if you would just give me the recipe….
...
Recipe please…
...
Pretty please?... With
cherry on top?
...
I don’t know how it is
for others, but for me, God’s silence speaks louder than Klipsch surround sound system.
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