THE ROAR GOD MUST HAVE IN HIS EARS.

it is Tuesday morning. it is also seven am. I always have my blog on by now. I have written , deleted, written deleted. Nothing goes from fingertips to computer. I have these days as you know if you read this Blog at times. Days when I question why I keep writing. I reread them and shake my head.

I search for trivia tucked away in my brain, for bits of verse.. For inspiration that will suddenly tumble forth and be charming, witty and fun. Or something like that anyway. I stare at the keys on the keyboard. As if I can will them into typing away under their own influence. It has not happened yet. I am starting to believe it won't.

I even thought of praying. "Please God give me interesting words." Hmmm, I wonder if he might be busy answering prayer's from people who are caught in a Tornado or sitting beside a hospital bed of a loved one. Maybe he is just a little busy to listen to my stupid plea. So I dug out my trusty large print dictionary and looked up the meaning of prayer. The meaning is as follows, "Prayer a petition to God." It means each time we have some silly little favor we want the big guy to jump on real quick we petition God for that request. Now this if we believe the Bible, is the creator of the world. All of the millions of people who are walking this earth are created by him. And except for the babies most of us us are always petitioning him several times a day for favors. I would not want his job.

Can you imagine the roar he must hear in his ears. Several times a day all of us muttering, "Please God give me this, don't let this happen." It goes on and on. I hope he has a special line that allows the really serious prayers to get through. You know like someone on a plane that is about to crash. That prayer getting through instead of us dummies sitting at the casino at a slot machine crying. "Please God let me win, its my last twenty." I can see God motioning to a Angel wearily shaking his head, "Turn the volume down, its those stupid ones spending their grocery money again on gambling."

And you know it probably wouldn't hurt to thank him once in awhile other than just gimme, gimme. What if we are only allotted so many prayers to be answered a week but don't know it. It would kind of make you think before crying out, "God please let my hair look good today."

I bet he just sits and shakes his head at all the garbage he hears in one day. I will try to be a little more careful in the favors I ask from now on. Just in case he might get aggravated and turn my volume down full time. I sure don't want that to happen. Well this is my Blog for today. Not better than yesterday maybe not better tomorrow. I would say I will pray things come together better tomorrow. But I'm not going to do it, just in case I have a important request I need to send upstairs. Oh by the way, "Thanks God I'm still breathing today.