I've been pretty blue for a couple of days — must be "that time of month". Having such episodes may be a normal part of being unemployed, but there comes a point when Kay says, "Jon, you need to talk with God today." I think, "Urgh, I don't want to talk with anybody."
But after singing an old song (8th century Irish) and reading a Psalm, I felt God calling me to take a dip outside in the hot tub. The hot tub is a holy place; for some reason I can hear God better during a nice soak. So why don't I use it more often, for that purpose? Well, after sitting in awkward silence for a while, that's where God started…
God: Why have you been avoiding me?
Me: Because I hate you.
(more awkward silence)
Me: No, that's not true. You know I love you.
God: I know. But do you know I love you?