I whispered the apology in my head. Since He was irritated with me I hesitated to remind Him He hadn’t made a request of me yet.
“I haven’t had a chance. You’re the one who’s been doing all of the talking.”
His sigh rustled my hair. I didn’t like disappointing Him. I didn’t like it when He was angry with me. Though He would tell me He wasn’t angry. When I asked Him once if He was angry with me, He replied that, No He wasn’t, and if the time ever came when He was angry with me, I wouldn’t have to ask. I would know. Right. So I didn’t ask. I let the silence extend between us to give Him a chance to relate His request of me in His own way and time.
“Michael has a story to share with you.”
“I want you to write it down.”
“Am I asking too much of you?”
“No, of course not.”
“Good. Then let us begin.”