Conversations with God Page #7

in trouble at school. It was-

It was a big mess. And he was angry

at his mother for giving him up.

He was angry at us for-

for telling him.

And he was angry at

everything in his life.

The only way to calm him down...

was to promise that

when he turned 18...

we would find his mother.

No matter the cost, no matter

how long it took, we promised him...

that he would

get to meet his mother.

And...

did his attitude change?

Marginally, but, um...

the son we once knew,

the son we loved so dearly was, um-

was gone.

And he never

called me "Mother" again.

And on Jimmy's 18th birthday...

he was killed on a motorcycle.

A drunk driver killed myJimmy.

So please enlighten me on your definition

of a friendly god, Mr. Walsch...

because I don't see a friendly god

putting parents who-

who love their son unconditionally

through something like this.

What does your god

say now, Mr. Walsch?

Um-

I'm sorry, baby.

You'll never love anyone.

What is your name?

Georgia.

Georgia.

Um-

Your son...

died so that you could

keep your promise to him.

His mother...

died a few years ago.

His passing was the only way

that he could be with her.

See?

So, where did that come from?

- Neale- - Honestly, Leora, I don't

know what just happened in there.

What if I made all that stuff up?

Did you?

I don't know.

I don't know where

any of that came from.

Yes, you do.

- Neale-

- Yeah?

Okay, go ahead.

Book the extra days in Russia.

I already did.

You were right about me, Mom.

But I am learning.

Here's your plane ticket.

You're on the 10:00.

Thanks for everything,

and I'll see you in New York.

Just a minute.

Do not feel abandoned,

for I am always with you.

I will not leave you.

I cannot leave you, for you are

my creation and my product.

My daughter, my son,

my purpose and myself.

Call on me, therefore-

wherever and whenever you are separate...

from the peace that I am.

I will be there.

Do you have a book for me to sign?

No, I don't. But I wanted to

thank you for writing it.

Reading it didn't convince me

that you're having conversations with God.

It convinced me that I am too.

- Thank you.

- Oh, no.

No, thank you.

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