I know you’re pretty busy right now….
with wars all over the planet….
with famine and despair running everywhere….
with child abuse…
battered women…
diseases….
animal cruelty…
fires….
sicknesses…
global warming….
homelessness…
yes I realize you must be fairly busy.
But if time is “infinite” for you…
If you have a little time to spare…
Perhaps if you have enough room in your hands…
I could use a little help.
Actually that’s not true….
I could use a semi truck load of help right now.
The closer it gets to the 19th…
I am anxious.
I am nervous.
I laugh….
That hysterical laughter when you are so scared you don’t know what else to do.
If you could at all spare a little calmness for me….
A little strength for me…
A little peace of mind for me…
I realize I’m not the only person in the world to go through this type of surgery. I realize there are much more deserving people than I. I also realize I don’t seem too come around to often except for when I’m in trouble. So I guess I would understand if you were too busy.
But I need you God. More than ever.
Also God, if I could ask just a couple more things…
my husband’s shoulders are getting really heavy. Perhaps you could help him carry a little bit of that load too.
And my parents God. They are REALLY worried. Maybe you could be there for them too.
I’ve been selfish.
I’ve been self absorbed.
I’ve been an asshole at times. (OK, probably alot of times).
I know you’ve had your work cut out with me in the past…. but I could sure use your help again.
That is, if I’m worthy. I’m ready to open that closet door and sweep it out.
The door’s open… all I need is a big ol’ broom.
Thank you God.
Thank you.
Mrs. Smile

(By the way, the following is actually Billy Preston singing at George Harrison’s concert for Bangladesh)