God is hiding in the closet
Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 12:25 am
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God is hiding in the closet. I know this because I can hear him giggle. He’s a terrible hider,
always gives himself away. I’m in a good mood, so I pretend to not hear him and enter the room;
go about my business of picking up this and that, and putting clothes from the basket to the drawer.
I hear him snort – God always snorts when he tries hard not to laugh. I pick up one of your ironed
shirts and head for the closet. I swear I can hear him squirm now, ready to pop out. I grab
the handle and pull quick ... poof ... the closet is empty.
ohhh that God – what a joker.
.
God is hiding in the closet. I know this because I can hear him giggle. He’s a terrible hider,
always gives himself away. I’m in a good mood, so I pretend to not hear him and enter the room;
go about my business of picking up this and that, and putting clothes from the basket to the drawer.
I hear him snort – God always snorts when he tries hard not to laugh. I pick up one of your ironed
shirts and head for the closet. I swear I can hear him squirm now, ready to pop out. I grab
the handle and pull quick ... poof ... the closet is empty.
ohhh that God – what a joker.
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