Letter to God: Cryptic Much?

Hi again who or whatever you are,

Yes, some days be like that. I’m mostly writing now because that last one ended on a cryptic note. To be about as clear as stained glass, I’m not talking about my relationship with your son anymore. Because, reasons.

Also, I really didn’t – and still don’t know what multivariable calculus is, but if my brain wants to say subconsciously I *must* know, sure brain. Whatever helps you sleep easier at night. (If I can talk to God, I can also talk to my brain. Is one any weirder than the other?)

If I really want to learn something I will learn it the normal way with hard work and study and possibly Subliminal Mind Control.

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This is a joke. Like the superior political party in the U.S. right now, all good jokes are blue.

Anyway, trying to keep things light, so here is a picture of my cat trying to “make a run for it” – meaning get outside so that I will go out and catch him and give him attention. I fall for it every time. One fellow feline wrangler/cat servant pointed out that if I want him to stop doing this I have to try negative reinforcement by grabbing him in a blanket so he doesn’t get cuddles. I lack the mental will for that. That face was made for cuddles!

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I think you will agree with me, heavenly Father, that negative reinforcement is much easier said than done. Especially when it’s someone you really, really, really love. Love is a gazillion times scarier than death. Death means a kind of closure. Love means – oh crap, I am stuck with this person, these people forever. What if they get bored? What if they get bored and try to build a tower to heaven and try to oust God from his/her starry throne? What if a million years from now we start wanting to See Other People but there are no other people? Who the heck knows right? I still want to give it a shot. Don’t you?

See you tomorrow, and the next day, and the next. I’ll let you know if I ever get bored. Thus far, bored is the one thing I’ve never been with you. Annoyed, cranky, furious, sure. Bored? Not so much. Even if I do get bored, I think that I’ve established I’m more than capable of entertaining myself. Some things never get old….

Okay, maybe not the best example….

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You started it! That’s what you get for being God. No matter what it is, we get to say *you started it* – and it’s probably true. In some sense.

Next up: God’s permissive will. (Theology humor, not a serious post idea, although….) I should probably stop now. So, I will.

Love forever,
Anne

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