Me: God, I need your help.

God: Okay.

Me: I'm so worried. Things just aren't going well at band rehearsal and I'm constantly worrying that it's going to get worse.

God: Is it the same reason as last time?

Me: Sadly, yes. It happens nearly every week and it's beating me down.

God: It will get better soon. I promise.

Me: If you say so...

God: Abby, I've got something to cheer you up! Why can't you hear a pterodactyl use the bathroom?

Me: Why?

God: Because it has a silent "p".

Me: Lol XD good one!

God: Thanks! How has your day been?

Me: You should know.

God: I do.

Me: Then why are you asking me?

God: I like to hear you talk to me.

Me: Okay. Well, to be honest, it's been kind of crappy.

God: I'm sorry. Hey, why can't you hear a pterodactyl use the bathroom?

Me: Gee, I don't know. Why?

God: It has a silent "p"!

Me: Ha. Ha. Ha.

God: Great joke, I know.

Me: You crack me up sometimes!

God: I do try! Hey, I have a joke for you!

Me: Oh boy.

God: Why can't you hear a pterodactyl use the bathroom?

Me: ...

God: Because it has a silent " p"!

Me: It's not funny anymore.

God: Well explain this: You can't keep laughing at the same joke, yet you continue to worry about the same thing each week.

Me: Because it bothers me each week!

God: Why do you let it bother you? Remember the first time it happened... Tell me, how did it turn out in the end?

Me: Well, it turned out fine... It turned out great actually!

God: So why do you worry about it this time? Just trust me! I helped you through it the first time and I will help you through EVERY time. Don't worry.

Me: Thanks, God. I really needed this.

God: You're welcome, kid. I love you.

Me: I love you too!