Wednesday, November 4, 2009

My Letters to God

Dear God:

Okay, like, what is with cellulite? Is it really necessary? You proved your point. Twinkees and cheeseburgers are bad. Will I get my younger, hotter ass in the Resurrection, or will I get this version? Please say the hotter version!

Also, why does it appear that sometimes we have to have our hearts broken to truly heal? I think that you know what I am talking about… you know- the thing? Let me just say thanks and ouch, ouch, ouch. Was there possibly an easier way? Could you have just sent me a text message? Oh right, my phone does not really have that feature- my bad.

And another thing, where do you go? Okay, maybe a better question is where do I go? What is with that? One day, I feel so close to you. We are talking, hanging out. The next day, bam, you are gone! Or am I gone? Is it like I am a sleep walker that wandered 20 miles from my home? I am really curious about this one.

Anyway, you are awesome. Love you bunches!

Love,
Me

Dear God:

Save me from myself! Rather, deliver me from punching people. I am thinking of one person in particular. I know that you really, really frown on violence, but you heard what he said too! He is a real pooh-pooh head, Lord. I cannot believe that you love him at all because I hate him. I really, really hate him! If you loved me, you would spite him good.

Great! You are going to throw that forgiveness thing in my face again. You know that I suck at that. Really, don’t you think that this one time you could… All right, fine, you win! Thanks anyway. Love you bunches!

Love,
Me

Dear God:

Do I disappoint you? I know that I disappoint myself. I had pretty high expectations for myself and my life thus far. They did not include screwing up so royally. I am sorry about that.

Sometimes I feel like you just forget about me. I feel like you should just give up on me, but I really need you. I am an utter fool, but I know that I cannot live without you. I am sorry if I disappoint you. Do you still love me? Do you love me?

I feel so needy. Normally, that would embarrass me, but I am not embarrassed to admit it. I need to know that you love me. I really need to know.

I love you, and I hope to hear from you soon.

Love,
Me

1 comment:

mhmorgan said...

just what I needed to read today

thanks

Love you bunches

Michele