Understanding God vs Understanding People

I'm going to put this out here because it came to me today, and I need to put it somewhere.  It occurred to me that I understand God and what He has to say a whole lot better than my fellow human beings.  What is odd about this is that I see and talk with people every day, and though I talk with God every day too, and see what he does, to my knowledge I've never heard him speak to me out loud.  I would think this would make it much harder to understand Him, but not to me.  I have a terrible time understanding what people actually mean when they are saying something, or what they really want.  Don't get me wrong, I don't think everyone is running around being sneaky and covert.  It just seems that so many people make things much more complicated than is necessary, and I don't understand why.   I would venture to say that I'm most likely no different.  I know there are times when I don't say everything I'm feeling or I say more than I'd like.  For the most part though, with me, what you hear and see is what you get.  I try to keep it simple, and I'm not the only one.  There are people out there that put me to shame when it comes to being uncomplicated.  Now, I have actually experienced people try to make me more complicated than I am, mainly because they don't think anyone can be this open and transparent.  So the only way for them to think they understand me is to add layers of mental fabric onto me, so there is a resemblence of complicated normalsy in their minds.    

I happen to think this is a downright rediculous!

What does this mean?

So, here it is, Angels At My Table.  Where did that come from?  I have absolutely no idea.  I was sitting here one day and it came to me, so I wrote it on a scrap of paper. I write everything on scraps of paper, or post its, or currently on little bitty notepads that were given to me by the people at the booth next to ours at a festival I was working back in the fall.  Literally dozens of little pads of lined paper, which makes hundreds of notes, all lying around waiting to be picked up and paid attention to again.   Anyway, this piece of paper with Angels At My Table written on it kept resurfacing to the top of the heap.  Finally I said fine, I'll  start another blog and call it that.  This is really bright of me considering I'm a rookie at this blog thing, and already have trouble keeping up with the ones I've started.  That didn't stop me though, oh no... another blog was born.  

Well sorta'.  It has sat on here for a week or so, a blog with a name and nothing else.  I'd look at it and say hmm, I dunno.  The problem is I have no idea why or what this is supposed to be about.  I just know that I was compelled, yes compelled to give birth to it.  Tonight I looked at it and thought hmmm, I still dunno.  Ok, I'll just write that and go from there.  So now that I've written that I feel a little better.  Not much, mind you, but a little.  We'll have to wait and see where this train takes us.     ALL ABOARD!!

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