No More Questions?

            That's the plan.             There I was, all snuggled into my warm, comfy bed, meditating on God and related stuff, when I realized(again) that God knows what he's doing. He made me the way I am for a purpose, and like-it-or-not, I came out right.             So I can quit bugging God about why I'm so glitchy. And I can quit(I hope) feeling sorry for myself.             Here I would normally launch into a litany of personal faults that I hate—or at least passionately dislike—about myself, illustrating why God did a boo-boo in making me this way. But I won't do that because I would inevitably wind up slogging in self-pity; what a detestable habit.             Instead, I'll go back to bed full of glorious, unspeakable joy for God's unsearchable blessings, and for the fact that I didn't procrastinate writing this post—which would have doomed it to terminal forgottenness.             Okay. Truth be told, some things about myself still irritate me. But I intend to initiate Operation-U.G.: Unconditional Gratitude!             Any Questions?