Oh, By The Way, God Called

I get all kinds of E-mail. This one came in this morning:

To: YOU
Date: TODAY
From: GOD
Subject: YOURSELF
Reference: LIFE

This is God. Today I will be handling all of your problems for you. I do not need your help.

I love you.

P.S. And, remember... If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it yourself! Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. I will get to it in MY TIME. All situations will be resolved, in My time, not yours.

Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it. Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now.

Now, you have a nice day.
God

This is something that I wish I could do more often. "Let Go, Let God," as the saying goes. Now, I sincerely doubt that God would ever have a post script thought, but I like the intention. Why worry about things you cannot control, right? I still need to do all that I can in a thoughtful and purposeful manner, but WHY WORRY? So, for today, I'm letting it go. Buh-bye.

This AM I saw my x-rays at Craig's office. WOW. My spine is completely jacked-up. My neck curves in the opposite direction as nature intended, I have a bone spur, fused bones, and everything is all twisty-turny. "Do you carry stress in your shoulders?" he asked. I was like, "Dude. I look like the hunchback! Of course I do!"

Craig says he can help, so I'm going to let him. Heck, this way I can get a massage twice a week and not have to pay special favors at the end -- SWEET! (Sorry Dad, I know that must have made you wince, but it was to funny not to say)

PS- The cruise is 12 days away. I drove to the mall in VA yesterday and bought what I thought were two really great outfits for the formal nights. One is a back, lace dress with a nude color slip under it. Very girlie, unlike me. The other is a halter-type top with a wide band of beads at under my chest, thus accentuating my most narrow part (I have been watching What Not to Wear), and chiffon-y pants. Kinda chic. Chip's thoughts? "That's fine." Um, we are not going to hang out at the Playboy Mansion. We are going on vacation with your FAMILY! (Not that it makes a bit of difference!!)

I can't wait for this to be over.