Finally, he stood up, reached his hand for the number and so I gave it to him. He crumpled it up and threw it in the garbage can as he asked, "How can I help you?"
I just laughed as I said, "That was pointless."
Arguing, he said, "No ma'am that is how the government keeps track. How may I help you?"
Keep track of what????
I just smiled. Asked my question. Found my form.
Then pushed my way through the crowd to the exit door.
Aren't you so happy that when we have a question for God, we aren't asked to "take a number"? And if anyone had the right to ask us to stand in line and wait, it would be Him.
Glad it's G-O-D and not I-R-S we have to turn to on a daily basis!
Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.