A/N: Just a reality based hypothetical conversation I wrote between God and Mariah, a fictional character whose sins are very real.
Talking with God
Mariah: (enters, sighs, sits down in chair, puts head in hands)
God: (Walks up behind Mariah, places hand on her shoulder)
Mariah: I feel like I'm breaking Father. What do I do?
God: You know what you need to do Mariah.
Mariah: But that's just it, I don't! I've given You my heart, and it's still not easy!
God: But Mariah, whoever said it was going to be easy?
Mariah: Well, no one, I guess. It's just…I thought You could make it easy
God: I can. But I won't
Mariah: And why not?
God: Because you'll never learn anything that way.
Mariah: But who needs to learn? Isn't it better for me to follow You completely and easily instead of constantly falling back into the same sins every day, breaking both Your heart and mine in the process?
God: No. Maybe it's easier, but it's not better. I choose to let you work through it because I love you, Mariah
Mariah: And what does that mean?
God: It means that if I wanted you to just love Me, I would have made it happen. But I don't want that. I don't want easy mindless love. True love's not easy. I want a relationship that needs to be worked at, to know that you care for Me as I do you, and of your own accord.
Mariah: Okay. I guess that makes sense. But what about this habitual sin I've got going on here? I want to obey, I do, but I keep falling back into this…this Hell I've created.
God: No Mariah, this is not Hell. Hell is a much darker, much more agonizing place that feels like you are dying tens of thousands of times over and you can't escape from it. Ever. What you are going through hurts, but you'll get through it. With My help.
Mariah: Okay…okay, but maybe I can do it myself. That way you won't have to bother. I know You have more important things to do…
God: Mariah, nothing is more important to Me than you are.
Mariah: What about Your other children?
God: Nothing is more important than them either. I love all of My children with My whole self, Mariah.
Mariah: Is that even possible?
God: Certainly.
Mariah: Okay…but what about the past?
God: The past is the past and do you know what? I've already forgotten.
Mariah: Okay…Okay, but if you've forgotten, why do I still feel guilty?
God: Ah. That is not Me, child. That is Satan. He is hoping that by piling you with guilt he will drive a wedge between us. You will find yourself unworthy, that what you've done is wrong and can never be forgotten. But not only have I forgotten the moment you confess your sins, I have also forgiven. And so, you should forgive yourself, Mariah, for you will surely drive yourself mad if you don't.
Mariah: Alright, but there's still something bugging me.
God: What is it?
Mariah: Why do we have to keep having this conversation? We have it every day. Every single one of the things you're telling me I've heard a thousand times before and yet…we keep ending up here.
God: Because you still haven't grasped it yet. You think you know it inside out, yet you keep coming back here. And so we discuss it again, and again, and you feel you could recite it from memory. But it doesn't seem redundant from My perspective. If you don't get it, then I haven't explained it properly. And we must start over. And we will keep starting over until you get it. Understand now?
Mariah: I think so. Anyway, I better get going, don't want to be late for dinner.
God: Same time tomorrow?
Mariah: Absolutely…but not about this.
God: (smiles) Deal. (Both exit same side of stage)