The Lord loves me even though I don’t love myself.
Not every day goes great. But when I pray, I pray for joy and happiness.
The wife comes and yells. “Your lazy butt still sitting in that darn chair?”
“Just talkin’ to the Lord for a moment.”
A bolt of lightning makes us both jump and her fall to her knees.
“No, David,” she yells. “Not a storm. We need the tomatoes to bloom, you old fool.”
The second bolt of lightning enters the house and her skull.
I smile, realizing even the weather listens when I talk to God.
