Sometimes I just want to talk to You, God
I don’t understand why people don’t believe in You.
I don’t understand Your timeframe
I ask people every day if they believe in You and most of us do.
But some don’t
Or think that You were merely a good man who got tortured to death.
But You were God. You are God. You love humanity so much You died to save us.
But why do You love people who hate You?
I made you.
I’m the writer of the thing called life.
You are a sock. A beautiful, adventurous, and at times a smelly or damaged vessel.
I am scared that I won’t do enough or the right things.
I’m lying here in bed and haven’t actually slept in a while because my mind won’t stop.
I feel like God is calling me to tell everyone…
What God? What am I supposed to say?
God wants me to tell you that time is short. Shorter for me than for most of you, but the screaming silence in my brain tells me that we need to celebrate the life we have no matter what that life looks like. If you don’t like where your adventure is going choose a new path and do it now. Jesus was God taking on the form of a sock, which is why He never wanted to be worshipped as a God during His short time in our world. He is the best writer I know and wants you to know Him. He loves you and so do I.