I have a quirky relationship with God. Growing up Catholic, then straying/returning/straying/returning/un-declaring from Catholicism has provided me with a bizarre blending of the many ways in which the persona of God has been portrayed. Maybe you are like this too. You have a God that you think of, and you are certain that your picture of God is different than any other person's picture. Perhaps you and God share a chat every now and then.
My God is there for me for the serious situations. But he also has a comical side.
Every once in awhile, my God likes to send me a little sarcastic joke.
I promise you the below story is true.
I had a good day today at work, and tried all my magical ways to keep my oxygen perfect. (Laughter can begin here.) Despite my flawless and inspiring efforts at health maintenance, and a cup of coffee, I was developing a headache at the end of the day. As I made the heroic journey up the stairs from my basement, where I, like a good domestic partner to S-Purry and B-Kitty, put some laundry in, my headache became much worse. I stepped out onto my porch and sat, wearing my oxygen, trying to figure out if my headache was getting worse from climbing the stairs (I was low), or turning the juice up in anticipation of climbing the stairs (I was high/ dehydrating my sinuses). Feeling so very bad for my little self (sigh), I sat and became teary.
A robust specimen of shirtless athleticism rode his bike past my house.
I thought, "No wonder sick people feel like life is passing them by."
A mother and her teeny tiny baby (no stroller) passed by.
I thought, "Life is literally passing me by."
A car with a huge . . . ? magnet? on the car door, which said "choose LIFE" passed me by.
The moral of this joke to me from God: I was spending too much time on the porch feeling sorry for myself and not doing anything about my headache, or my life.