I glanced up. Everyone had their heads bowed and their eyes closed. I shut mine and tilted my head forward.
What was that, God?
I SAID, CHILL OUT. YOU ARE TRYING TOO HARD.
My eyebrows went up. Trying too hard at…?
EVERYTHING. YOU DON’T HAVE TO IMPRESS ME. I CREATED YOU, REMEMBER? NOT ONLY DID I KNOW YOU BEFORE YOU WERE BORN, I KNEW EVERYTHING YOU WOULD EVER DO – INCLUDING THE FACT THAT WE WOULD BE HAVING THIS CONVERSATION.
I don’t understand. Could you be more specific?
OKAY, WELL, WHERE SHALL WE START? HOW ABOUT YOUR PROJECT? HOW ARE YOU FEELING ABOUT IT?
Truthfully, I am stressing about it.
Because I have so much to do and so little time!
WHAT’S WRONG WITH THE FIRST DRAFT?
Well, it was written ten years ago!
AND… IT WASN’T GOOD THEN?
It was, of course it was!
Oh. So you want me to stop rewriting it?
BECAUSE IT IS GOOD ENOUGH NOW, IT DOESN’T NEED YOU TO CLOG IT UP WITH ‘EXTRA MATERIAL.’ I WANT THIS PROJECT TO GIVE YOU JOY AND BRING YOU CLOSER TO ME, NOT MAKE YOU TOSS AND TURN AND TEAR YOUR HAIR OUT BY THE ROOTS.
Oh, well… okay.
YOU FEEL BETTER ALREADY, DON’T YOU? RELIEVED? HAPPY? EXCITED?
GOOD. LET’S MOVE ON.
Uh oh. What else am I trying too hard at?
FEMNISTA. I LIKE IT HOW IT IS. YOU ARE REACHING PEOPLE YOU WOULDN’T IF YOU GOT TOO ‘PREACHY.’ JUST BECAUSE I SAID I WANTED YOU TO ‘DIG DEEPER’ DIDN’T MEAN I WANTED YOU TO THINK YOU HAD TO CHANGE EVERYTHING!
So… leave it like it is?
FOR THE MOST PART, YES; ENCOURAGE YOUR WRITERS. SUPPORT THEM. IF I WANT TO SAY SOMETHING THROUGH THEM, I WILL. NONE OF THEM, OR YOU, HAVE TO FORCE IT.
Okay… um… is that all?
Really?!? Because I’m feeling kind of ganged up on here!
YOU NOTICED THAT I ‘GREW YOU UP’ A LOT LAST SUMMER AND HAVE BEEN TRYING TO DO THE REST ON YOUR OWN. CUT IT OUT. THAT’S MY JOB. YOU JUST CALM DOWN AND CONTINUE TO WORK ON THAT PERFECTIONIST STUFF WE HAVE DISCUSSED MANY TIMES AND LET ME GROW YOU UP MORE AT YOUR OWN SPEED, OKAY?
So… this doesn’t mean I need to pack away some of my stuff?
NO. WE’RE GOOD. I LIKE IT THAT YOU’RE TRYING. BUT LET ME DO MOST OF THE HARD WORK.
The music was starting; prayer time was over and it was time to head to my Sunday school class. Is that all, LORD?
WHAT, YOU THINK I’M NOT GOING WITH YOU?