Conversation with God

Friday, July 25, 2008

Dear God,

Why did you make me so uncoordinated? I don't understand what you were trying to do. Do you just like to sit there and laugh as I maim myself? Because I didn't see any angels coming to break my fall as I bit it on the concrete steps here at work a few minutes ago. I was just trying to walk upstairs. That's all. I wasn't trying to hurt them or taunt them or any of those things that people may try to do to stairs and all of a sudden they reached out and grabbed my foot. I went flying and of course banged up a knee and bent a toe the wrong way. And it had to be on the leg I already seriously injured. It really wasn't nice of those stairs. God, why do you like to watch me fall? I don't get it. I really would prefer to stay upright and intact at all time. If you could arrange that, it would be really appreciated. Thanks.

Amen,
Angie