Letter from a friend

Dear Friend,

I watched you as you got up this morning. I have been hoping that you would talk to me soon. Even if it was just a few words, just to thank me for the good things in your life yesterday or last week.

I noticed that you were busy selecting the right clothes to wear for your day. I waited again to hear from you. You rushed by and grabbed your coffee and off to your office you flew..I thought it will happen now, but you never slowed down.

I wanted you to know that all the things you have been wanting to accomplish, I can help you. All those things you have been thinking about today..that time you were sitting there daydreaming, just sipping on your coffee you could have talked to me…I was waiting on you..I waited on you to call on me.

THEN I saw you pounce to your feet, but it was only to grab the remote control because you had noticed it was time for your favorite show, and it was break time. You sat quietly mesmerized by that box, as if you were spellbound by the people and they were going to solve your life.

If only you knew..THEY ARE NOT THE ANSWER.

I noticed when it came lunch time you looked around; maybe you were embarrassed to acknowledge me…you glanced and saw two young ladies talking to me before they ate, but you wouldn’t. Were you ashamed of me?

There was still more time left. I hoped we could talk.

You went home and had many things to do laundry, dishes. You were exhausted after the long day. After all that was done, you turned on that TV again; and began watching TV and eat your meal, and once again didn’t talk to me.

At bedtime, you said goodnight to your family, and fell into bed, and fell asleep. I wanted so badly to be part of your day.

We could have accomplished so much together. I love you so much that I wait patiently every day for a thought, a prayer, a thanks.

Maybe tomorrow… I’ll be waiting for you.

I love you today…I’ll love you always,

Your Friend,

God

Is God begging for your time ?

Don’t LEAVE HIM

OUT oF YOUR

SCHEDULE

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