Preparation Time?

Well dear God; you sure taking your sweet time to connect the dots so I have a sense of your progress. You mean you really needed all this time before you trust that I can responsibly take care of the treasures and that no one will take your place.

You must be quite afraid or jealous. I would hate to think of you as insecure. If you are God and you own all things why are you so concerned about someone else taking your place anyway; after all, why would anyone who has the ability and willingness to give everything without money or price even think of having a competition. Who can beat your offer eh God? Who or what? Is it me you cannot trust to make wise choices or is it yourself. Please tell me. Now it’s your turn to tell me your true story. .

Maybe that is what you are preparing….your story; because you never thought I would have gotten to that point in my life where I would demand the truth, the whole truth about you, firsthand, God.

No more beating around the bush dancing on eggshells about should I challenge or should I passively believe in a God that makes no sense to me and just buckle down and pretend that I do so I can get to heaven when I die… damn it maybe no body noticed but I know that I was not always your favourite fan, because I did not care to hang out with you after I die… what for! Maybe I have the wrong picture or it is upside down or back to front or inside out… whatever!

So whether it is me you are preparing or yourself get on with the programme!

This is too much waiting because I am well unto the last lap of angst lane. Anticipation is running on empty.

Isn’t it high time to give me what you have in store for me? It’s been in that attic long enough or was it in the cellar.

Wherever this abundance is you can bring it out now!

I suppose that is what impatience for delayed gratification does. Here goes the paradox. Everything does have opposites.

Bearing the divine outcome of this preparation time I allow myself to let God go into the places where there are still pockets and crevices that are potential hideout or re-entry points for impeding external and even internal trespassers.

And say thank God for divine intervention and intelligence in spite of my impatience and unbelief these last few days!

Over and out!