DEAR GOD.

A beautiful fall Wednesday awaits me. I can't seem to get enough of this weather. The sights and sounds of Fall. I am storing it away in my memory for those cold, bleak January days. To take out and turn over in my mind. Sending me back to the glorious days of Fall.

Dear God,

I am sure you have been expecting to hear from me. Just probably not by letter. I know usually when I am not happy with the way I think you let things work out I just holler alot. I'm very upset this time. I mean so upset I sat in the recliner all yesterday afternoon with my head covered up with an Afghan. I haven't done that for awhile, have I?

I know you are God, the creator of all things. I know you are in control of all that happens. So you will have to excuse me if I ask. "Just what in the blue blazes is going on? Why have you allowed a grave injustice to take place." Now of course you know what I'm talking about.

You know you have people dressed up in righteousness, running around making decisions that ruin other peoples life's and doing it in your name. I really know we should never question you. But could you please explain, just why in the heck are you letting this happen?

I read about forgiveness in the Bible. Then I see these people that are in charge condemning and dealing out punishments. And I do not see Christian love and forgiveness anywhere in this picture. I have always read in John 8, 2-11, "You who are without sin, cast the first stone." I see stones being thrown and I do not believe the throwers are without sin. I don't think any of us are.

Well I've said my piece. I sure hope lightening bolts don't come down. I may have pushed a little hard this time. But truly God I an really upset. But I will close this off before I get in any deeper trouble. Thanks for your time.....Billye

This letter I am throwing into the winds here in Blogland this morning. Just as I do my words so often. I watch as the letter flutters in the breeze. The it floats upwards and out of sight. I strain to see if it goes on upward. Heaven I take it is way higher than cyberspace. I walk slowly back. Back to my everyday world. I sure hope I haven't made God too mad with my letter. But its on its way now. "I sing a little as I walk, "Casa Sierra Sierra, What ever will be will be." For now I'm outta here.