Our father, who I know you are in heaven but it’s so easy forget about you because, you know, out-of-sight out-of-mind,
Your name is holy, but I take that for granted because you’re God, you’re name is suppose to be holy,
I really want your kingdom to come and your will be done, if it matches up to my plans. After all, I’ve got a ton to do and goals… so I’m really hoping that you can help me out.
Give me my daily bread… and by daily bread I mean a car that runs good, money to buy the next iPhone, money to have a great vacation… you know, please meet our needs and then some.
Please forgive my debt, because I really don’t want you to be angry at me. After all, you’re God. And if you’re anything like my mom was when she was angry, that can’t be good. Oh, and about me forgiving others. Do I really have to? It’s really fun to punish them in my head over and over and over and over and over and over (you get the picture) again.
And the whole temptation thing, I got that. Don’t worry. I’m a pretty strong willed person, and I don’t really need your help. But when it comes to the devil, please keep him and his henchmen away from me.
Sometimes I love myself more than God.
Can you relate?
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