DON'T SEND ANY ANGELS

 
When I was in the Marines, I learned a lot of things I never had to use — thank God. But one thing I learned I'll never forget.

When you want to get something done, you don't mess around with the clerks or sergeants or lieutenants. You go right to the top — to the one who doesn't have anybody else to pass the buck to.

So, Beloved, please don't send me any angels. I'm sure they're more beautiful than Yosemite in the springtime — and they have powers beyond my wildest dreams. But I'm not interested. I don't want to be swept away by their unearthly loveliness or their supernatural feats.

I'm waiting for the Head Man, thank you. You're the One who got me into this, and You can get me out of it... in Your own good time.

Come and get me when You're ready, Love.
When I'm ready.
I don't mind waiting. I've got plenty to do.
Call me. You've got my number.