I remember asking God for what I wanted. I was praying

and pissed. I couldn’t figure out why God was letting me go

through such a bad time and not giving me what I wanted

or at least stop the pain. It never occurred to me God was

trying to pull me away because there was something better

for me.

Finally, clinched fist, I gave up. Everything. The cheating

boyfriend, my work, my kids, my home, my family, my

friends and moved to Carmel. I was going to become a nun,

write a book and never have sex again.

I remember being down to my last 34 cents, buying a

chicken potpie and being so weak I dropped it on the floor.

As I was scooping it off the floor and picking carpet fuzz off

so I could eat it. I said “You know God, I know you’re going

to take care of me but you’re really pushing this thing to the

last minute. But if you want to play games with me God. I’m

going to play back and thank you on the worst day of my

life. That’s called faith. Now you have to fix it.

Within fifteen minutes the phone rang and I had a ninety-

dollar client. (That took me out to a filet minion dinner)

Within four months, I met a doctor who married me, bought

me a house next to Merv Griffin in Carmel, put all my kids in

private schools, gave me $10,000.00 a month and said

“What else can I do for you honey”. That’s called BONUS

POINTS.

Anyone can thank God on a good day, but when you thank

God on the worst day of your life that’s called faith. You get bonus points.

God take (this, them or me) To my (our, their, it’s)

Highest Good

THY WILL BE DONE
“ THANK YOU FOR THIS DAY”

I remember saying to my ex-husband Bob that God was going to take care of me, as an explanation of how I was going to make it in Carmel. He said, disgusted, “Linda, God’s so busy taking care of you, he doesn’t have time for anybody else.”

Everyone has a direct line to God. It’s –thy will be done-----

and it is O.K. to call collect