God says to me with kind of a smile,
"Hey how would you like to be God awhile
and steer the world?"
"Ok," says I, "I'll give it a try.
Where do I set?
How much do I get?
What time is lunch?
When can I quit?"
"Gimme back that wheel," says God,
"I don't think you're quite ready yet."
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Hey Chip,
When we spoke I told you that my family has struggled because of the accident of my wife's folks. Also, I indicated that working in church had thrown me some curve balls also. So, I interpret this behind the eyes of one who's been a little frustrated with God's plan.
The issue is a Job issue, as with Job debating Bildad, Eliphaz, and Zophar.
I know I'm not ready for prime time behind the wheel, but I saw a nice little rest stop back up the road a few miles, and I think it would've been a nice place to turn off and get some rest.
Nevertheless, God did not turn the wheel when I mentioned it.
Oh well, the water fountains were likely broken and the toilets probably stunk, anyway.
God knows where were going..., even if it does take us through "Death Valley" at noon-time in August.
I suppose He's got a good canteen of livin' water and a lunchsack full of manna.
God Bless,
DSM
p.s. I could use a little of that water just to 'wet my whistle', and my stomach is startin' to growl, abit.(hint; LORD)
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