God you always seem to say the same things when we talk.

Why does that matter?

Because it might get boring for people I send these conversations to.

Let me ask you a question Mark. Who are these conversations for?

You and me?

Yes. It’s true for you, and true for anyone else who has a conversation with me, above all else, the conversation is just for us. Just the two of us.

So you’re saying not to worry what others think?

No don’t worry.

No hoops to jump through first.

God was that guy right? He said there’s a Reformation coming?

Absolutely. He heard that direct from me. Years ago. He’s carried it, waited for it all those years. He’s not the only one. There’s been a lot of pain among those who listen. Pain as they wait for this change which seems to have given up ever coming.

It had been a full year and a half since my daughter Katelyn Marie perished in a car accident while rushing home one evening to beat curfew. The pain of that moment, of the whole experience was my Great Sadness (see The Shack by Wm. Paul Young) bearing down on me daily and especially at night. Evenings were most difficult because the plague of "what ifs" would cover me from tip to toe, mulling me over in his clammy hands never letting go and squeezing every ounce of joy from my soul.

God when the pain is gone, will I still be able to rely on myself to come to you for conversation? When I don’t need to come because your voice is the only soothe for the pain, will I still come?

Mark not unless I give you a new pain.

God did you honestly say that?

 Yes.