think fast God, I am throwing you an apple.

Sometimes I just wanna throw the thing I'm worried about up in the air and say, "Think fast God!" as if it's an apple and He'd better catch it. Shortly after playing that imaginary scene out in my head I start to realize that if God doesn't catch the apple and it rolls off into some corner, that it would be me and him standing there, time together being the only thing on our hands. The fruit of his spirit (love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control)--would grow and make losing the apple bearable at least and preferable at best.