Dear God,
What amazing work you do. The older I get, the more I understand the elegance of why you do some of the things you do. I have learned that you often use trials to help us see and understand things that we might otherwise remain blind to. I know that you love to use metaphor's and allegories and other indirect methods to help us see and understand the lessons we so desperately need to learn, but I have been pondering some things recently and frankly I am stumped. What is the deal with socks? The whole thing where you put two in the dryer and you get one back. Or that thing where you know perfectly well that you put twelve matched pairs of socks in the sock drawer two days ago, but when you go to get a pair two days later there are nothing but unmatched socks from the seventh grade. I know this because I haven't bought smiley face socks since the seventh grade. Really, I am open to learning but I have tried and I can't find the metaphor or analogy or allegory that must be hidden in the whole sock thing. Just give me a hint and I will go there. Maybe it's to learn patience, but aren't there lots of better ways for that one? Philosophers for centuries have pondered the mysteries of the universe. Not me. I figure I'll understand all of that when I die. All I want to know for now is where the socks go so that I can find them and stop having to buy new ones all the time. Do you know how stressful it is trying to decide if the other one is really lost for good? Do you know how frustrating it is to finally throw out all the singles only to discover their mates a week later? I suspect that many others feel as I do and would appreciate your consideration in this matter.
Sincerely,
A discouraged, 51 yr. old woman wearing mismatched socks.
