Imaginary?

A month or so ago I was laying in bed, trying to fall asleep. I was going to bed exceptionally early because I had to work in the morning, and my mind wasn't quite ready to slow down yet.

I turned my thoughts to God. Prayer felt really bizarre that night though, and I couldn't help but wonder if God is like my imaginary friend. Philip Yancey understands: "When doubts creep in and I wonder whether prayer is a sanctified form of talking to myself..." Do I just make up the idea of God because I like imagining someone is there?

But you'd think that if this was all a figment of my imagination, I would create it in a way that pleased me, that we would be happy together. It sucks to be rejected by your imaginary friend, especially when it seems to be because of your high self-esteem. So either I'm crazier than I thought, or it's not imaginary. But the idea has stuck with me.

Credits: Prayer: Does It Make Any Difference, 79.