Photos and Text by Corey Amaro
Dear God,
Really, no wonder you are so like-able, with that wicked sense of humor you got going on. You made me laugh with the latest answer to my prayer. Honestly, you really know how to make me work up a sweat on trying to be a good person. Sometimes I wonder if you like picking on me? You gotta a way of striking my funny bone don't you?
Do I dare ask you why you sent me new neighbors to teach me patience? I knew I shouldn't have prayed for that quality! I knew it was way beyond my reach. I knew you would bring the lesson on with abundance. I guess you like it when I put you in front of me. Thanks for being there, otherwise I might be diverted to throwing patience out, and grabbing an armful of short temperedness and giving dirty looks to boot.
But really, are you having fun up there? Sending me neighbors who burn the garbage in a bonfire under my bedroom window? Who feed the homeless, neighborhood cats by throwing their table scraps out on our roof? Who yell bad words between every breath that I have learned how to pepper my French with them? Who let their dog poop and pee on the neighbor's doorsteps?
Honestly, do you want me to go to heaven one day? Because if you do, you need to show me GENTLY how to have patience. Otherwise, frustration is going to be my new way of being, and who knows how long I will last, before I start screaming insults like darts out my bedroom window.
Yours Truly, (who has better things to do than complaining to you.)
Corey
P.S. And don't tell me to talk to them because I have tried and they think I am an anal alien.
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