Me: Dear God, Please bless my lunch and all that but … why did You let so much bad stuff happen to me this morning?! I overslept, then my car took forever to start. And now, they made my sandwich wrong and I’ve got only a few minutes to eat it before I have to be back to work!
God: Let me see. First, the death angel was at your bed this morning and sent one of my angels to battle him for your life. I let you sleep through that. Second, I didn’t let your car start because there was a drunk driver on your route that would have hit you if your car had started right away. Finally, the person who made your first sandwich is coming down with the flu and I didn’t want you to catch it. Anything else?
Me: Yes, thank you for taking such good care of me and I’m sorry I complained instead of trusting You.
God: You’re welcome and I forgive you. Now eat. Your boss is looking for you.