“Serve one another humbly in love.”
Angrily, I kicked a piece of trash that littered the sidewalk. “Bad mood?” God asked.
“You don’t know the half of it,” I said. I shoved my hands into my pockets and leaned into the growing wind. “Why did you have to create us to have so many feelings? I’m worn out with mine today.”
As always, God patted me on my head. “There, there, now. I’m here,” He said soothingly.
“I don’t need your Kumbaya stuff,” I scowled. “I need a real solution. How can I stop feeling miserable?” I was eyeing a pine cone to kick when a kid ahead of me on the sidewalk took a tumble off of his bike. I ran over to him. “Are you okay?” He looked up at me with eyes as wide as saucers. I pulled the bike frame off of him.
“Yeah, I’m okay, I think,” he said. I could tell he was embarrassed.
“Your tire hit that rock right there.” I pointed to the offending rock. “It would have made anyone fall.”
“Thanks,” he said and got back on his bike and rode off. My cell phone pinged. A friend had an urgent request for help, so I turned and began walking back home to get my car.
“That’s how you do it,” God said.
“Got it,” I said, as I quickened my pace. My bad mood was gone. In its place was real concern and love for my friend in need. “Thank you, God,” I said.
“You’re welcome, Sparrow,” He answered.
“Hey, God? I’m sorry about that Kumbaya remark.”
God chuckled. “We’re good. No worries.”
I smiled and reached out my hand for God to hold. I’d need His help to help my friend.