Dear God, the whole joy and trouble about You is that You’re always there. Sometimes that can be a blessing and sometimes, I must admit, it can be something of an annoyance. Especially when it seems so much more preferable to be naughty than good.
Then again, compared to Your good self, we’re definitely sinners most – if not all – of the time anyway, so thank You for being there, whether I like it or whether I don’t. It means a lot.