Post by lauren on Oct 14, 2015 14:25:22 GMT
Like everyone, I have days where I feel down. Work just gets to me. I feel unappreciated. And it seems like I have no one to whom I can vent.
One night was particularly rough. I was dirty, tired, and just felt used. In this moment, I decide to try something new. I prayed to God.
“God?”
“Yes, son?” God replied.
“I have a question for you. It may be presumptuous to ask, but I’m in need right now.
“I started out as a piece of sentient plastic. A little pellet of chemicals fed into a hopper, melted into whatever was needed. Some of my brothers became airplane tray holders. Some of my brothers became video game controllers. Why, God, did you turn me into a butt plug?
“Please don’t think I’m ungrateful. I appreciate having my thoughts and opinions. I could be a regular piece of plastic. But I want to believe you gave me sentience for a reason.”
“Oh, my son. You are despairing.”
“Yes. Why did you make me a butt plug? Did I disappoint you?”
“You are looking at this from one perspective. Here is another: you were created with the purpose to do good. To make others happy. Your brothers – the airplane tray holders – must deal with frustration and sticky messes. The video game controllers now spend their days thrown across rooms, hearing hurtful and violent words.
“Think of your purpose. When you are in use, you are helping to unite two or more people in passion. With your help, there is love.
“This honor could have been given to anyone. But I knew you would work through the daily frustration. Only you would be a bringer of joy.”
Now, when I have those down days – when I don’t get cleaned up right away, or I get stuck, or I can’t shake the residual smell – I remember God’s words. And I persevere.
One night was particularly rough. I was dirty, tired, and just felt used. In this moment, I decide to try something new. I prayed to God.
“God?”
“Yes, son?” God replied.
“I have a question for you. It may be presumptuous to ask, but I’m in need right now.
“I started out as a piece of sentient plastic. A little pellet of chemicals fed into a hopper, melted into whatever was needed. Some of my brothers became airplane tray holders. Some of my brothers became video game controllers. Why, God, did you turn me into a butt plug?
“Please don’t think I’m ungrateful. I appreciate having my thoughts and opinions. I could be a regular piece of plastic. But I want to believe you gave me sentience for a reason.”
“Oh, my son. You are despairing.”
“Yes. Why did you make me a butt plug? Did I disappoint you?”
“You are looking at this from one perspective. Here is another: you were created with the purpose to do good. To make others happy. Your brothers – the airplane tray holders – must deal with frustration and sticky messes. The video game controllers now spend their days thrown across rooms, hearing hurtful and violent words.
“Think of your purpose. When you are in use, you are helping to unite two or more people in passion. With your help, there is love.
“This honor could have been given to anyone. But I knew you would work through the daily frustration. Only you would be a bringer of joy.”
Now, when I have those down days – when I don’t get cleaned up right away, or I get stuck, or I can’t shake the residual smell – I remember God’s words. And I persevere.
