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God said: I miss talking with you.
I said: What? I just prayed on Sunday!
How often do you talk with Dee Dee?
I dunno.
Think about it.
Well, OK. Lets see... we usually hang together befor school, then we have English and math together. And, oh yeah, we've got study hall together in the afternoon. And lunch. I forgot about lunch. We eat lunch together everyday!
So how often do you talk with Dee Dee?
I guess all the time. We call each other a few times during the week to check on homework stuff. And we text a lot, and we IM in evenings when we're both on the computer. I'd say we pretty much talk all the time. After all. she is my best friend!
And how often do you talk with me?
I dont know.
Think about it.
Sigh. Well... on Sundays at church-and at youth group. You know.
I'd love to talk with you more.
But, God, I already give you chitchat time.
I want more than chitchat. I'd like for you to tell me everything.
Everything?
Why not? I already know what you thinking anyway.
Yeah. And thats just it! If you know everythin, whats the big deal about my having to talk with you?
Having to talk? Hmmm. I was hoping it would be more of an enjoyment instead of an obligation.
Ah, you know what I mean.
Your right I do. And thats exactly what hurts me. Most of the time when you speak with me, it's because you feel you're supposed to, or it's because your back is against the wall and you need help fast.
I didn't know you felt that way.
My child, I paid the highest price I could for you. I long to be with you and to hear your voice, your thoughts, yours joys, your tears, your loneliness, your victorties.
To be continued...
Eventually.
 H is my name · Sat Jan 03, 2009 @ 04:14pm · 0 Comments |
