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Sunday, November 20, 2005

Dear God


Dear God,

I know you're extremely busy right now, there's so much going on in the world (Third Rock from the Sun, if you forgot which one I live on). What with wars, Hurricanes, Tsunamis, Earthquakes, Tornadoes, and all the other signs of a possible Armageddon (except, as Irish noted, John Wayne winning Best Actor), I realize there are millions of people who are so in need of your love and attention. But, Lord, if you find that you have a few spare minutes on your hands and need someplace to beam that omniscience, I sure could use a little somethin'.

First, Lord, I pray that I never become so selfish that I can't pray for others. Help the human race, Lord. We need it. Help us to find a way to doing the right thing for all instead of the right thing for some. Help us to help others. Help us to be as loving, compassionate and humorous as You intended us to be (or possibly more so). Help us to love doing good deeds for no reason other than it gives us pleasure. And help us to get as much pleasure from good deeds as we do from cell phones, blogs, the internet, McDonald's, Budweiser and great sex.

Lord, if you could see fit, I sure could use an angel. Just a little, unassuming one. He (as a generalization, not as an assumption) wouldn't even have to come by personally, just drop me a sign every now and then to let me know he's listening. That he's got my back. As you know, Lord, my position is one of loss and chaos. My children need a strong mother and I need You for that. Please bless me so that I can parent effectively. Help me to love deeply, but detached, so that I may be objective and fair. Help me to see that my children don't care how or why I am so lonely; they need me to be kind, compassionate, wise, silly, and firm. Help me to love my children no matter how difficult they may be to love. More so, help me to show my children how much I love them, whether or not I like their actions or behavior.

And, Lord, when I say "Help my child" - I mean it.

That angel, Lord, needs to have broad shoulders and large ears so he can hear all I need to say. But please, Lord, an angel who doesn't talk quite as much as I, because I have so much that I need to talk about. An angel who won't tell a soul...not even You. An angel who will love me because I deserve to be loved, no more - no less. An angel who will guard me because He loves You.

And, perhaps, Lord, we could bypass "The Littlest Angel" and send me someone with a little more experience and knowledge.

I don't usually "witness" in public, Lord. I let people know I'm Your gal, but I don't discuss politics and religion. Mainly, I'm just bad at it. Better left to those more clever than I. But tonight, Lord, the world can know that I believe. I believe in You. I believe in the inherent goodness of Mankind. I believe in Angels.

Amen.

P.S. I also believe in the healing power of chocolate chip cookies...should you see fit...

6 Comments:

Blogger Sam said...

If you stick your finger in your nose (secretly and discretely of course), I think you would find a rather nice little angel right there, right at the end of your fingertips.

Hopefully not a booger. Us guys have all the luck! We can't be angels like you can. It simply cannot be - little devils is more like it. Girls don't even have boogers in the first place.

All women are angels, honey, and you're one of the better ones. /s

11/21/2005 10:21 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Are we sure we're talking about the same person?

; )

11/22/2005 11:03 AM  
Blogger Sam said...

Um, not sure there, but the nose looks familiar!

11/22/2005 11:24 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Okay, hold on, lemme see if I get this. Sam says I'm an angel but Irish says I'm not. (Thanks ever so, dear one) Also, apparently there's an angel living in my nose where the boogers should be and my nose looks familiar?

Could somebody please send me a map and a clue?

11/22/2005 12:12 PM  
Blogger Sam said...

I'm, um, looking for some of that poetry we like. First a diversion:

I'll never forget the time that we went on vacation and the parents left us little kids for a few minutes in our hotel room. So one of us sees there are "Magic Fingers" in the bed or something and another finds some quarters behind the bureau.

In goes a quarter and we all flop on the bed. A few quivers. Hey, not too bad. Then, well maybe the thing was a little broken because it started bucking like a bronco. We lost the little one, my responsibility, and I had to go collect that one as all the kids ran away, terrified of the evil Magic Fingers of Death.

We were all crying when Mom made it back to the room, and came rushing out from behind the curtains and TV and the bathroom when she arrived. "We'll never do it again Mom, we promise! We love you! We didn't men to! Honest!"

Everything looked normal excepting us.

Like any good angel, she rolled her eyes up to the heavens, gave us a big group hug, and suggested that we go get some food. /sam

11/22/2005 3:42 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Awwww...

11/22/2005 9:22 PM  

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