Dear Mr. God,
This is me, Marty the Beagle. I just have something to say to You…OK?
I think You are a pretty cool guy! I know that You made me, and You take care of me. Thanks for that.
But I have a few questions. How come people go around not wagging their tails? I mean, I’m happy every day. It doesn’t matter to me if it’s raining or if it’s sunny. I just like being alive. I’ve got water and food and toys and people to love me. And I’ve got You. So, I’m good. What else do I need? But people – it’s like they don’t even know You’re up there.
They walk around with their faces all scrunched up with worried looks. They like this green stuff, they call it money, really a lot. I don’t get it. It just looks like green paper to me (if I had the chance, I’d eat it just like I do the newspaper!) Why do they care about it so much?
They’re always rushing around in these machines with tires on them. Don’t they know that you can see so much more with your nose to the ground? Sometimes I hear one of them say, “Take time to stop and smell the roses.” I do that every day (along with all the other things I smell – I am a hound, after all!) Why are they always in such a hurry?
Then they wear all these fancy things called “clothes.” I know that their “people rules” include putting this stuff on. But I think they’ve forgotten their fur. You know, the particular colors that make them who they are. I’ve got three colors on me. Brown, black, and white. I think I look pretty awesome, because that’s how You made me. Why don’t they appreciate how You made them?
Just one more thing…cause I know You’re busy.
I like my life. I like it because You gave it to me, and You’re with me every day. I appreciate a bowl of water, a good feast of kibble, a lengthy nap, a cuddle with my people, a soft blanket, toys to chew on (it’s so much fun trying to get that squeaker thing out), and a couple of long walks a day. Why aren’t people thankful?
I think they think too much…about stuff that doesn’t really matter.
I think they feel too much…about stuff that doesn’t really matter.
Sometimes I don’t think they know You…and You’re all that really matters.
I don’t think they wag their tails enough.
I’ll go for now. I’m thirsty, and I see a fly I’m going to try to catch.
Thanks for listening…I just had something to say to You.
Marty the Beagle
P.S. Did I tell You that I think You are a pretty cool guy?!
ARE YOU WAGGING YOUR TAIL??
"I pray that God, the source of hope, will fill you completely with joy and peace because you trust in him." (Romans 15:13)
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