"Oh, I know that I shall never have an answer. But it gives me something to believe in. And that is peace.”
This is one of my biggest complaints about existing in a religion.
I believe God likes me. I believe He wants to take care of me. But I don't think He really wants to hang out like a buddy.
It feel like I'm living in a house alone. Someone is cleaning my clothes but I never see them in the washer or dryer. They go from dirty on the floor to neatly folded and hung in drawers, closets and armoires.
Dishes are cleaned and put away. Food is cooked and set out for me.
I know someone is in the house doing everything for me but they will never exist in the same room as me. Always hiding out of sight. Always in the next room.
Never hanging out with me. Never having a real conversation.
Draw nigh to me and I'll draw not quite nigh to you.
I actually wrote a short script about this. Can't figure out the ending.
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