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Dear God, Dated: January, 1956 - Present I’m writing you this letter to thank you for all the gifts you have bestowed upon me over the years. I only regret that I have waited so long to share with you the great gratitude I feel and to disclose the incredible way that these things you have given me have changed my life. I’m sure you understand the delay. I apologize knowing that you are fully aware that the busy happenings of our days preclude us from doing things that may seem necessary to you. I just had so many things to do, and anyhow, I am sure you already knew just how grateful I’ve always been. It didn’t seem urgent to communicate with you in a more timely manner. I have learned to prioritize. The two sons you gave me have grown up to be wonderful men --- and healthy too. I can remember as I counted their fingers and toes only moments after they were born, I felt such relief. Both sons, healthy and complete and the love I felt for them was beyond words. I was so caught up in the miracle of it all, I can’t remember if I thanked you or not. Sorry for that. Then when mother passed on, I didn’t think to thank you for all the wonderful years you allowed me to have with her. Instead, I was focused on the angst I felt with you for taking her away. That really upset me Lord, and at times I wondered if I would ever speak with you again. I know you realize that things are overlooked when we are distracted with searching for reasons why such heartbreaking things happen in our lives. Thank you for understanding. Oh … and that time I got that job I wanted so bad? I was just so happy they chose me and I was so wrapped up in preparing for a new career, I may not have mentioned how you may have had a role in that. I needed to focus on new responsibilities. I mean, you’re the one that helped me find that job, surely you expected me to devote an appropriate amount of attention there. That job helped provide many things for my family over the years. I appreciate your help. But! Remember when I was rushed to the hospital and I began thinking about how close to death I was? And I was pleading with you not to let me die? Remember how I cried out so many times to ask you to intervene? Boy, I sure talked to you a lot that day, didn’t I? And it worked too … you helped with the healing and soon I was feeling back to my old self again. I guess you must be wondering why I didn’t talk to you much after that ordeal. Well gee, I was just so happy about getting well that it didn’t seem necessary. Frankly, I didn’t feel like I needed your intervention any longer. So why bother to distract you from the needs of others with idle words of appreciation? Those times I was in pain, that day I wrecked my first car and not one of us had even a scratch, when you helped me through broken hearts, when I was scared because I was lost in that big city alone. When I prayed for all my friends and you consoled them? I may as well throw in my thanks for all that now too. (Better late than never, ya know?) Now we have come to the focus of this correspondence and what has caused the inspiration of this letter. I’m sort of upset with you again because some things aren’t going right in my life and I just can’t understand why you don’t seem to care. You said that you know our needs before we seek your intervention, so as far as I'm concerned, I am puzzled as to why I even need to take the time to ask you at all. To tell you the truth, you appear to be devoid of concern. I mean I finally DID get around to thanking you, did I not? So, I respectfully ask you Lord, what seems to be the holdup? When I need something from you I always ask in a timely manner. Your attention to a timely response would be appreciated. Could you give me a hand here?
Jennifer
In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you. 1 Thessalonians 5:18
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