Palm Trees stand at attention outside open windows as squirrels scurry up and down them hiding nuts from who knows where.
The Lighthouse is lit because of a wet fog dancing over the Sea and Cargo Ships wait on Tug Boats to bring in all manner of food, merchandise and stowaways.
Colored lights of the Christmas Tree and the girl's stockings hang from the bookcase lighten my mood which is heavy.
I'm waiting on God to do things but God doesn't appear to be in the hurry I am.
I've worked hard all morning and had a meeting that went well enough but left me wanting.
It's not I'm inpatient, God knows the Lord has taught me that but ... Jesus Christ there's a lot I'm not understanding right now.
Why is it consistent good deeds go unrewarded ... especially when the doer could really use some good of her own?
Why is it people take so long as it is given but the moment it stops it's suddenly selfish and mean?
Why is need often met with silence?
Why does it take so long My Lord?
Indeed.
"Thank you for the warmth," I finally mutter as the only thing to be thankful for at the moment.
Apparently God doesn't know how to say, "You're welcome."
The house remains silent.
"Thank you for the girls, their Christmas stockings, a nice tree with all the lights working," I press.
God remains uncommunicative.
"Why do I have to do all the talking?" I sarcastically spit.
I could hear a pin drop as I strain listening ... but I don't.
"You know," I say standing to make my point. "You're like all those people who read what I write everyday but never say anything ... even when they enjoy it ... or Hell! ... even if they hate it!"
Nothing.
"Alright," I sigh. "I don't know what else to say."
At the moment, apparently God doesn't either.
