My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Monday, May 25, 2015
Conversations With God
I propose such wonderful plans which you seem to ignore, which I find annoying; and the plans you offer, if you actually are offering them, are frightfully vague. Being God does not require you to do otherwise, but I would like to review alternatives and you might want to consider lapses in your communication skills.
Labels:
advice,
communication,
conversation,
God
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