At the age of 52, I've come to grips with reality, and am comfortable with my station in life. As I look around me, I see LDS men my same age who've outpaced me, and are better examples of every quantifiable fraction of data available in a person's life. That's OK, I'm fine with all that. Then it hit me - I will never be able to become like God, because as a "C" student on earth, I'd be too embarrassed for my heavenly prodigy to know the real truth about how I skated by, and failed to succeed during my mortal probation. So, today, I've resigned myself to having to be a role player in the hereafter. I'll just come off the bench, and hand the water bottles to the movers and shakers.
Answering a bunch of prayers sounds like a lot of work anyway.
Answering a bunch of prayers sounds like a lot of work anyway.
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