Alright, Jesus. We have some serious catching up to do. I’ll admit . . . I was a bit defiant and didn’t listen back when You whispered to me. But, eventually I did.
Though it was hella hard, I did what You wanted and got rid of that dead weight. Then, I did what You wanted, sought You out, and drew close to You. Next, I did what You wanted when You blindfolded me and proceeded to throw me into my elevated career path. . . with no safety net, I might add. Soon afterwards, I did what You wanted and went into isolation mode, while kicking and screaming the entire time. Later, I did what You wanted and worked on myself while in that ridiculous isolation mode. Lastly, I did what You wanted and drew even closer to You.
So. Now. What?
Now it’s Your turn. Since I have no clue what’s next, I’ll just continue to be the pawn in this little chess game we seem to be playing. Or perhaps we’re playing Monopoly, cause for daggone sure, You’re the one calling all the shots, since You’re the one holding all the businesses and all the money.
Every single time I get comfortable, You go and change things up on me. I become acclimated to some new role or situation that You decide to immerse me in. Then, You go and promote me or shift me to some other role or situation that, apparently, only You think I can handle. Some scenario I’d never, ever in life, imagine myself in. I get a handle on this new scene, then You show up with a big ole mixing spoon and stir things up, yet again. And then, when I’m finally peaceful and centered and organized and calm, there You go, creating ripples and waves and tsunamis once again. And You know daggone well I can’t swim!
So, riddle me this . . . how are we gonna play catch up? What’s the plan? I’m waiting for a word from You as to what’s my next move. I’m eagerly anticipating what You have in store for me. And don’t try to pretend You don’t have anything in mind. I know You do. You always do. You can’t fool me.
So, what’s the deal?. What’s next? Clue me in. Give me a hint. I can play hot and cold with the best of them.
Are You ready to increase my territory? Are You giving me back all that thief stole from me? Did You finish stitching the one You’re making for me? What’s next, huh? What do You have in mind? Toss me a bone why don’t Ya? I like a good mystery just as much as the next person, but help a sista out. Drop some breadcrumbs. Send up a smoke signal. I know I make You laugh as You watch me spin in circles, but let me in on the joke.
Alrighty then. Fine. I’ll just wait. I’ll wait to hear from You as to what my next move should be. But I’m telling you . . . just the same way I can’t swim, I’m no good at charades either. So, whatever Your plan is to catch me up, to give me back all that was stolen . . . just please make it plain as day. And hurry it up!
Just kidding. Just kidding, Jesus. No, but fa real . . . step on it.
