I was thinking thinky thoughts the other day that almost every story in the Old Testament is about God giving people what they need and trying to make their lives good, and in every incident they thought they knew what they needed better than he did and messed up his good works for them; over and over again. He would take his hand off them and let them live with their decisions a while and see what calamities befell them, then try again only to be met with the same thing in another generation.

Then I thought, you know, I do the same thing. While he is trying to write my story, I keep stealing the pen and writing it myself. Very poorly, I might add.