Hello, God

For those of you who don't know, I have a secret. I like to stalk people - blog stalk that is. There are few people in cyberworld that I peak at on a regular basis, seeing what's going on in your life. I know, I have a problem. I think if I ever met any of them in person, I'd probably pee myself. Seriously. But for those of you who are interested in who I stalk, let me introduce you to Angie Smith. Angie is the wife of Todd Smith from Selah. The two together have ungone the most traggic thing any parent could go through...losing a child. I have cried with them over reading their loss. I have laughed with them as they try to return to normalcy. And now, I have tried to leave a comment on her blog about a dozen times. Each time, I erase it feeling completely self-concious. Have you ever felt that way? Have you ever fretted over leaving a message to a complete stranger?

I realize now that I do that with my conversations with God. I am nervous over what to say to him, self-concious on what he will think of me. I just know that God will scrutinized every word, every miss-use of puncuation, ever imperfect sentence. I treat God like a stranger.

"Hello, God! This is Deminy. It's nicely to meet you again."

And Angie, if you're reading this..."My name is Deminy. It's nice to meet you." Maybe now I can leave a comment on your blog.