Life is a gift

Me: Lord, I’m so tired. How do you keep putting up with us? I’m so tired just trying to do my work, and that work seems never ending. How did you do 40 days and nights in a desert? I can’t even remember to give up a cookie. I will try better tomorrow. I really need to add some sacrificing and fasting to my prayers. Lord? It seems like when I try to help people lately things aren’t working out. Like my help isn’t wanted, or I don’t have the time to make it happen, or money alone is wanted. I’m no good at this. It’s leaving me dejected and tired. Lord, how was it you could see the poor? Did it make you sad? How did you and the disciples travel around in with no money? How did you get food? Did people always offer up their houses because you are God? Did this happen for the disciples later on too? Did you ever have to sleep outside?

Me: Why is everything such a hurry now? I am anxious all of the time because it’ss do this then this and it’s just an endless to do list. How can that be enjoyed? Is that all I am to do? A series of things? Check, check, check? Is there something nefarious about this? I’m so tired, but the rest is always hard too. The time away.

Lord God Almighty Father: Child, you have a lot of thoughts tonight, a lot of concerns.

Me: I know.

Lord God Almighty Father: Child, this is not how you should be. Where is your peace?

Me: Lord, I know. I was hoping talking to you would help.

Lord God Almighty Father: Talking or speaking? Quiet your mind, little one.

Me: How?

Lord God Almighty Father: Be at peace. Do not be afraid. Let the fears and anxieties go. I will take them into my Hands. Let go.

Me: I feel I’ll melt if I give it all up.

Lord God Almighty Father: Melt then, little one. Melt into the Palm of my Hand. There is no strength in licking your wounds alone in the corner. Wounds. Your heard Me correctly. You’ve been wounded. You and so many other children. It is not of Me to rush and rush and see everything as goals and to-do lists. This is not life. Life is a gift and should be used to praise Me, your God. For you are my Children. There is no higher honor than to praise Me in all you do. Each act is not just something to be done and away with and forgotten, but a moment of love, a love story from Me to you and back. How can you hear that story now? Listen, dear one. Listen.