As You Slide Down the Bannister of Life, May the Splinters Never Point in the Wrong Direction

The thing is, though, they will. And what are you going to do when you get poked in the patootie? I can tell you what I do: I scream and yell, and chuck a colossal conniption. I tell God what He needs to do to remedy my situation. Then I sit and wait for Him to comply.

And wait.

And wait.

Waaaaiiiiitttttiiiiinnnnngggggg.

So as it turns out, I’m not really one of God’s advisors. I don’t hold a lot of influence when it comes to Divine Policy. I’m not even on His payroll. So where did I get the idea I could tell Him what to do? Not sure. But I do know it has never worked out very well for me.

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