He always has the last word
Me: God, what do I do?
God: Pick it up and move on.
Me: But it's so hard.
God: Yes, I know, but it must be done.
Me: How?
God: You know how. You've done it before and you'll do it again.
Me: But it's different this time.
God: It's always different. It's that "spice" of life I keep trying to give you.
Me: Okay, well, I appreciate that, but that's not exactly the spice I'm looking for.
God: Just pick up the stinkin' towel and finish the laundry, and quit arguing.
Jan 8th