It’s so hard to keep my sticky little fingers off the controls of this spaceship, especially when I get scared, like now when God has not bothered to give me the specific details of his solution to our financial needs. I’m just a little bit edgy being in the dark about it. I don’t understand why he always has to be so goddamn weird about his plans. I would prefer that he be more like Jeeves, streaming into rooms like sunlight with all that I need to feel comfortable—God as cosmic butler. This other way is so hard.
Anne Lamott, Operating Instructions