I wanted to swear and pray at the same time. Which can be awkward. Although it's very possible. Believe me.
"God, I don't--"
And there it was. I didn't need to finish the thought. And I caught my bus.
God and I need a date. Tonight. He finishes my thoughts, and yet I still so often fail to trust Him with them. ("God, it's not you, it's me." Always the case. And yet never a deal-breaker. He sticks around.)