A thought occurs to me…
God and I in a Mexican standoff. I don’t actually know what that is, and I know that most people who speak of god would not do so in such a way- but this is my story. Each of us waiting on the other. I’ve drawn my line in the sand- “step over it.” I say and god tips his hat in reply, “you first”.
He doesn’t force. And perhaps he does wait patiently- or perhaps he just waits with as much patience a you deserve- and you’re acting with a sense of entitlement. Perhaps he doesn’t force, but he may push. Or…
I keep waiting for a sign. A symbol. Proof. And again he says,
later that day….
Sometimes it feels like it’s either going to shoot me out, blazing trails, or swallow me whole and pick its teeth with my bones.