So today after school I went to my backyard and layed down.
I ignored the army of mosquitoes that were swarming around my head,
I ignored the ants that might have been all over my legs, and I ignored my cat
who was now licking my feet. Instead I just stared into the sky, and wondered
how on earth God had made it. Then I remembered that God was always with us
and that I might as well have a talk with him. I asked him tons of questions, knowing
that he already knew all of them, and I told him the tough things that were going on.
I also told him that I was not patient and that being a christian was really hard.
I think that if I could have heard him that he would have told me I do need to work on it,
but I'm doing just fine.
