Fwd: Fw: Just askin'

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From: Annette Vazquez
Date: Jun 11, 2012 9:40:16 AM
Subject: Fw: Just askin'
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Subject: Just askin'

 

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: Well, I woke up late.           God: Yes.           Me: My car took forever to start.           God: Okay.           Me: At lunch they made my sandwich wrong and I had to wait.           God: Huummm.           Me: On the way home, my phone went dead, just as I picked up       a call.           God: All right.           Me: And on top of it all, 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: 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.           Me: (humbled): OH...           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.           Me: (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.           Me: (embarrassed): Ok...           God: Your phone went dead because the person that was calling       was going           to give false witness about what you said on that call, I       didn't even let           you talk to them so you would be covered.           Me: (softly) I see God.           God: Oh and that foot massager, it had a shortage 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 just tell you God, 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.   I do try to keep this in mind when I am running late.  I am not always good at doing that and too often fail to remember that God’s hand is in everything – great or small – that happens to me.                                 Resend if you believe in HIM.                 Page & Bea Dyer dyer...@verizon.net