There was a bit of fear in there, too.
There was?
I was afraid of what would happen to me if I took my own life.
So we began our dialogue.
Yes.
And now, three Conversations with God books later, are you still afraid of Me?
No.
Good.
Except when I am.
And when is that?
‘When I don’t trust You. When I don’t trust that this is even You talking to me, much less trust
the outlandish promises You make.
You still don’t trust that God is talking to you? Boy, that’ll be interesting to your readers.
What, that I’m human? I think they know that I’m human.
Yes, but I think that they imagine you to be clear about some things—and at least convinced
that you are having a conversation with God.
I am convinced.
That’s better.
Except when I’m not.
And when is that?