Don't Yell........

Have you ever taken the time to talk to God? I don't mean in silence, I mean really talk out loud (when no one is home).
I have had times in life when I have felt God had just taken one too many shots at me and I get pissed off. So I go to my favorite place in our dining room and sit in the chair facing out to see the garden. I can see the beauty He created, the animals and birds but then reality smacks back and I begin my out-loud conversation with God.
It used to start, "God this is Debbie" now it is "HEY GOD I AM PISSED OFF AND YOU NEED TO LISTEN." Then I wait for lightening to hit and it never has.
It has nothing to do with a lack of respect or what I feel but we all know sometimes family and friends go too far and I consider God part of my family.

I have never gotten mad at Him for giving me Parkinson's, or being hit by the drunk driver but I have gotten mad at Him when I wanted Roller Blades a few years back and Doug, my Doctor and God all said "no", I just wanted to have some fun. Well, how did that work out? Not too good. I found out God has a sense of humor and a neighborhood child gave me his Razor scooter to ride. I missed the jump and went flying through the air (no plane). The men peeled me off the street and took me to the hospital. You should have heard the doctor, "She did what?? How old is she????" (I am not sure what age has to do with exercise) but this time God was talking to me when I got home -well it was more like laughing.

As I sat for weeks recovering from my flying gig, I had another talk with God and struck a deal. "OK, I won't yell at you if you at least let me have some fun."

My fun came in the form of a Theracycle.

Well, I need to go and see if God wants cream with his coffee.