Me: God, can I ask you a question? 

God: Sure. 

Me: Promise you won't get mad? 

God: I promise. 

Me: Why did you let so much stuff happen to me today? 

God: What do you mean? 

Me: My car took forever to start, at lunch they made me the wrong sandwich and I had to wait for another one and on the way home my phone died just as I picked up a call. 

God: Okay. 

Me: And on top of all that, when I got home I just wanted to soak my feet in my new foot massager and relax, but it wouldn't work! Nothing went right today! Why did you do that? 

GOD: I didn't let your car start because there was a drunk driver on your route that would have hit you if you were on the road and the person who 

made your first sandwich today was sick and I didn't want you to catch what he had. I knew you couldn't afford to miss work. 

Me: (embarrassed): Ok… 

God: Your phone went dead because the person who was calling was going to give false witness about what you were going to say during that call. I didn't let you talk to them so that you would be covered. 

Me: (softly) I see, God. 

God: Oh, and that foot massager 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 God. 

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

Me: I will trust you. 

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

Me: I won't, God and let me say, thank you for everything today. 

God: You're welcome, child. It was just another day being your God, and I love looking after my children.