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Yes it's schmaltzy, yes it's a chain letter my dad sent to me, but I still like it. I'm removing the part about sending it to 10 people right now or else getting boils on your pee-pee. Okay, I will make smarty-pants commentary to it, too.
I asked God to take away my habit.
God said, "No.
It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up."
I'll buy this. I might ask for strength to help out, though.
I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, "No.
His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary."
I don't think I'd dare send this to someone with a handicapped child; especially one with severe emotional problems. I hear stuff on the hotline that makes me wonder if the spirit is whole- scary, mean stuff. If I was that kid's mother I don't think I'd feel all that comforted.
I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, "No.
Patience is a byproduct of tribulations; it isn't granted, it is learned."
That's for damn sure. A friend taught me that asking for patience just gets you an assload of tribulations so that you'll learn it. God can be a jerk sometimes, though you can't argue with the effectiveness.
I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, "No.
I give you blessings; happiness is up to you."
This is something I do truly believe.
I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, "No.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me."
Okay, I don't buy the notion that 'worldly cares' and 'God' are mutually exclusive, screw that world-hating BS. But I do think pain is often a great motivator of growth.
I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, "No.
You must grow on your own!
But I will prune you to make you fruitful."
That God, what a jerk. Again, though, it makes sense. Fortunately my version of God is extremely tolerant of whining.
I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said, "No.
I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things."
Yeah, yeah, I know, you're right. Thanks, you big jerk.
I asked God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me.
God said..."Ahhhh, finally you have the idea."
Dear God, thank you for not calling me a dumb-ass. Love, Stacy.
I asked God to take away my habit.
God said, "No.
It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up."
I'll buy this. I might ask for strength to help out, though.
I asked God to make my handicapped child whole.
God said, "No.
His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary."
I don't think I'd dare send this to someone with a handicapped child; especially one with severe emotional problems. I hear stuff on the hotline that makes me wonder if the spirit is whole- scary, mean stuff. If I was that kid's mother I don't think I'd feel all that comforted.
I asked God to grant me patience.
God said, "No.
Patience is a byproduct of tribulations; it isn't granted, it is learned."
That's for damn sure. A friend taught me that asking for patience just gets you an assload of tribulations so that you'll learn it. God can be a jerk sometimes, though you can't argue with the effectiveness.
I asked God to give me happiness.
God said, "No.
I give you blessings; happiness is up to you."
This is something I do truly believe.
I asked God to spare me pain.
God said, "No.
Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me."
Okay, I don't buy the notion that 'worldly cares' and 'God' are mutually exclusive, screw that world-hating BS. But I do think pain is often a great motivator of growth.
I asked God to make my spirit grow.
God said, "No.
You must grow on your own!
But I will prune you to make you fruitful."
That God, what a jerk. Again, though, it makes sense. Fortunately my version of God is extremely tolerant of whining.
I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life.
God said, "No.
I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things."
Yeah, yeah, I know, you're right. Thanks, you big jerk.
I asked God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me.
God said..."Ahhhh, finally you have the idea."
Dear God, thank you for not calling me a dumb-ass. Love, Stacy.
