Sometimes God, I come to you and there is so much I want to say, so much I want to ask for, so much I need. but then, when I am there, I don’t even know what to say to you. there are millions and millions of people asking you for things. you seem so busy. you are always being pulled in all directions. and there, among the millions I see so many who need to get your attention so much more than I do. and I also see so many who just seem to want to have everything handed to them nice and easy, grumbling and complaining among those who have it so hard. And I lose all my words and I lose all my sense and reason and understanding. and I even begin to lose my faith a little because I just don’t get how it works … how you work. and after standing there for a while I turn away, drop my list and leave. having said not a word. not knowing if you were aware that I was even there.