Unfortunate Choices

Dear God,
   I have to be honest with you: it bothers me that you are not at all selective with who you choose to work for you. Frankly, if you were a place of higher education, you're like community college- you just accept everyone. Everyone. Everyone, everyone, everyone. All of them. Including me. It is for the least of these that you live, but did you have to pick the least of these that make everyone else feel as though they are lesser than the least of these? Probably an imprudent, presumptuous question- what if I'm one of the least of these that make others feel less than they are? What's my deal? What's your deal?! Why did you pick me? I wouldn't pick me.
   But you did. And though I consider that an unfortunate (permanent) choice, I cannot tell you how grateful I am that you don't just willy nilly strike your greatest offenders with lightning. Indeed, the sun shines down on both the righteous and unrighteous [in this way, we're not entirely sure who is who; in this way, you are the only one who truly knows].
   Remind me: when I sing, or say, or read "So the last will be first, and first last" (Matthew 20.16 - ESV) that I shouldn't become so hoity toity. I should be humbled. I am the last. I've got a long way to go before I'm first in anything.
   On another note, I'm sorry, God, that I've been neglecting my time with you. I suppose that to a certain extent I've taken you for granted: I've been apathetic because I haven't been either miserable or overjoyed, therefore I didn't think to bother you with every little thought that passes through me. I hardly do that with humans, much less the God of the Universe. I don't know how to get into the habit of telling you every little thing, and after a while, I'm just talking to myself because even I don't care about everything I think and have to toss away some of those thoughts.
   But you'll teach me how to approach you, won't you? Kind of like if I were going to meet the Queen of England, I'll probably have to enroll in etiquette lessons. How can you be so approachable and yet so formidable?
   Perhaps Ravi Zacharias said it best,

' Who is God? God is your Holy Father. Every time you get on your knees pray to God, "Holy" keeps the respect, the reverence; "Father" brings Him close; intimate. The Christian faith is the only faith that calls God "our Father". '