She’s holding a syringe with what appears to be an unusually long needle attached to it.  She is approaching me the whole time saying, ‘This won’t hurt a bit, its for your own good’.

I could never see how.  I got the jab but I made sure in my own juvenile way that they knew I didn’t like it one bit.  Nearly thirty years later and I still react the same way.   To God.  I had always imagined that if God means something to be good for me then I will obviously enjoy it.  Once I found out it isn’t always so, I struggled to understand His reasoning and consequently His motives.

Lately, a casual observer would probably be baffled by my choices and non-chalant demeanor in the face of the mountains I am facing.  I am sure they would spot somewhere a determination to believe in and totally trust in God’s ability to get me out of a fix.

I keep Him busy.