God: “What’s
on your mind this morning, precious child of the Universe?”
Me: “Oh
you know, I am worrying about the weighty problems of the world--like whether
or not the drug that I know you will provide to make me well will make my hair
fall out again.”
God: “I
can see how that might worry you, dear one.
But don’t you see, when I allow you to stand without the things you like
to hide behind, I have given you the chance to lead with your soul.”
Me: “But
I don’t want to have to worry about leading with my soul. I want to be cute enough to catch a Cowboy.”
God: “With
all due respect to Cowboys everywhere, really, Sloan? Is that really what you are worrying about a
time like this?”
Me: “I’d
be lying to you if I said I wasn’t.”
God: Insert
extended, pregnant pause.
The thing about REALLY walking through life in a way that faith is a true part of it is that you don’t get to hide behind your own b.s. And it takes some getting used to. Here’s another recent conversation playing out in my head:
Me: “I’m
not sure what the end of this might look like when all is said is done. I do know I definitely want to be surrounded
by loved ones. And I want to be at
home. I’m wondering if somehow Heathen
could be in the backyard and people could walk him in to my room so I could pet
him when I am scared. Oh yeah, and do
you think the spray tan people will get nervous about liability and refuse to
spray my bald head, because I am simply not going to lay around without my
tan. I’ve already gotten Wittenburg to
promise that she will see that I am sprayed to the end, but will she really sue
them over that if it comes to it?
God: “Have
you learned nothing? I am trying to
teach you about faith and how silly vanity is.
And besides, I have promised you a long life…and to give you hope and a
future. And you know that Heathen has gained a lot of weight and won’t possibly
fit through the back door. Perhaps you
should consider retro-fitting the French doors in the kitchen. But you know he’s not exactly house-broken…do
I need to remind you about the trailer fiasco?”
Talking to God about anything and
everything and knowing He is listening is a FUN thing I am so glad I know about
cancer.