Friday, February 23, 2018





--WE COULDN’T GET ANY CLOSER IF WE TRIED


Dear God,
I understand you’re as mysterious as hell, but couldn’t you, just once in a while, be a bit more blatant about things, you know, just to help us stooges figure things out?

Dear God,
You’ve probably never felt foolish, but I do, a lot of the times. Can you help me out with that?

Dear God,
I hate the tendency I have to always ask you for things, for great favors, as if you’re some rich, benevolent uncle I have.  But you did say to ask, and maybe that’s why I do.  After all, you shouldn’t say something if you don’t really mean it.

Dear God,
Do you ever get bored?  With all the shit going on, and lame people like me leaning on you all the time, I’m guessing not.  But do you ever?  Come on, you can tell me.  I’m the best secret-keeper ever.

Dear God,
I vividly remember the night I told you I hated you.  I asked you for something and you were not in the gift-giving mood right then, apparently.  I was moving away from my first love and you let that happen, though I asked you not to.  Of course, I was fourteen at the time, stupid as hell.  So, I just want to go on record and say I’m sorry for saying I hate you, God.  I hope you’ll accept my apology.

Dear God,
You’ve done a lot of amazing things, but I think Jesus is the most amazing thing you thought up, though I know you didn’t think him up.  Still, good job, God.

Dear God,
Thank you for creating elephants and giraffes and deer and butterflies.  They’re really wonderful.  And thank you for Lucy.  Thank you, a lot, for Lucy.

Dear God,
When I worked at the church—no maybe, before that—the pastor said (when I was still a Doubting Thomas), “Ask God for a miracle.  Any miracle at all.  If he doesn’t answer it, then don’t believe.”
Since then I’ve gotten better at asking for things.  I hope it hasn’t been too much.

Dear God,
I know if everyone believed things would be way better off.  Just thought I’d let you know that.  And by the way, you’re doing a good job, despite the Twitter feeds.

Dear God,
No offense or anything, but we here on planet earth could use an updated version of what heaven looks like.  Streets paved with gold doesn’t exactly cut it.  They have those at the Microsoft campus.

Dear God,
Did you not like being a child?  (I didn’t either.)  There’s hardly any record of you as a kid and where there is, well, you’re actually kind of a wise-ass.  (just, sayin’.)

Dear God,
You must laugh a lot.  Like when sports teams pray to you for them to have your grace so they can get victory.  Isn’t that just the dumbest shit ever?

Dear God,
I like to swear.  I hope you can overlook that.  I hope you can overlook a lot of my flaws.




Wednesday, February 21, 2018



--I MUST BE SEEING BLIND


…The sun can’t stop the storm from coming and the tree can’t stop the axe.

…When the world comes crashing at your feet, it’s okay to let others help you pick up the pieces.  If we are present to take part in your happiness when your circumstances are great, we are more than capable of sharing your pain.

…I am becoming more bone and less skin.

…The irony of loneliness is we all feel it at the same time.

…If you’re a reader, you’re never really alone.

…We have been dying since we got here and forgot to enjoy the view.

…“No” was a bad word in my home.  I heard “No” pounding her fist on the roof of my mouth begging to let her out, so I put up the exit sign and built an imaginary staircase.

…I gave blood yesterday.  I really hate giving blood and never watch when they jab the needle in or as the blood is being drawn.  But I did learn something while doing it yesterday--apparently, I have really tiny veins.

…After you left last night, I could not sleep, so I went outside early this morning and moved the fence.

…They say you can’t win ‘em all, but why not?

…The heart cannot always remain silent.  Sometimes the longings which live there force their way into our voices.

…I’ve learned that some things are too powerful for a person like me.

…I have one hundred gifts of imperfections and they let me know it often.  That’s why I can really take a punch.

…Sometimes when I take a look in the mirror, the news isn’t good.

…Discussing a problem in the presence of a problem is probably not something a lot of people do, but it seems like a good idea.

…I think it’s all right to allow yourself a couple of bays, now and then.  But just a couple.

…Stop worrying.  You’re okay.  You can play Scrabble and that means you’re capable of concentrating.  You can spell.

…I have already unscrewed my front door off its frame, opened all the windows even though it’s freezing.  If I can survive, you can, too.

…Keep moving.  Everything will fall into place.  It usually does.

…Dear God,

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I think about you sometimes even when I’m not praying.


Monday, February 19, 2018



--BRING YOUR SORROWS AND I'LL TURN THEM INTO JOY


…I’m happy I’m alive when I’m happy I’m alive.

…Life is a serious goddamn big deal.

…The thing that is missing here is a sense of humor.

…To get up in the morning, it is necessary to have a guiding principle.  A belief of some kind.  A bumper sticker, if you will.

…I’ve got the start of something down.  Just not sure where it’s going, or if it wants to go on, with or without me.

…Sometimes the best thing to do is to appreciate your own greatness.

…Always be leery when someone inserts “for the most part” into a sentence.  It’s worse than, “but.”

…”Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.” Yoda

…I don’t like Star Wars at all, but I’ve always liked Yoda.  He seems like a smart cat.

…I am growing one decision at a time.  At least that’s progress, and something is better than nothing.

…The power of goodness is typically found in the tiny.  Little acts of kindness and generosity.

…Rest is the ultimate humiliation because in order to rest, we must admit we are not necessary, that the world can get along without us.

…I’m a work in progress.  Isn’t everybody?

…When I woke up this morning, my chains were all tangled.  I wonder if that means something.

…Oddness is important because it is the quality that adds color, texture, variety and beauty to the human condition.  But most people have an obsession with making the identical choices everyone else is making.

…There’s a certain power in people who couldn’t care less about being noticed.

…It’s not always easy, but I’m trying to trust in what I can do instead of getting frustrated by what I can’t.

…Dear God,

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Do you have a spare minute to talk today?