“Should we go there or there or there?” I thought, planning an early dinner with a friend.

“Traffic will be bad anywhere we go.”

“I wonder if the painter will show up today.”

“Don’t have to wash my hair until tomorrow.”

“I’m hungry.”

“What if that bad dream came true?”

“Should I sell the house now or wait?”

“I wonder if I should write another essay?”

“I feel depressed.”

“I wonder what that truck is doing on our street?”

Then I had a Eureka Moment. I tried saying this:

“We should go there. Yep, traffic will be bad. The painter will not show up. You are always hungry. Bad dreams don’t come true. You know you won’t sell the house. You know you will write another essay. (This is it.) You are depressed and that truck is here and that is all you know.”

But I was not the other side of my mind.

I dug deeper and finally struck gold. God is silence.

I got down on my knees and prayed this prayer: “Let it stop.”

Vicki Woodyard