“…the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”
“Look, I really need you to hear me out on this one, okay? I’m praying with my whole heart.” I clasped my hands together for emphasis— just in case God needed a visual clue.
“Sparrow,” He said, (I love His nickname for me) “I hear you.”
“You’re sure about that? Sometimes it feels like my prayers don’t reach you—like letters that fall behind a piece of machinery at the post office and collect dust.
“Every prayer is received,” God said. “Every word. Every emotion. I just don’t always answer your prayer the way you’d like me to,” God said.
“So, you’re saying that all prayers are heard and answered, one way or another?”
“Exactly,” God said. “If you pray about it, I’m on it. I’m not busy with anything else. I’m only focused on my creation,” God replied, “and watching Game Of Thrones.”
God laughed. “Just kidding. Pray your prayer, Sparrow. I’m listening. Then trust that I will answer it perfectly because, hey, that’s how I roll, baby.”
“You’re so gangsta!” I giggled and ducked, just in case He wanted to thump me on the head for that remark.
I closed my eyes and prayed to the God who always listens, always answers, always loves— and apparently has a sense of humor. I’m crazy about Him. Aren’t you?