It’s too much, I thought. Too many things need my time and attention. I sighed, overwhelmed with the weight of my responsibilities. I turned on my computer and stared at the screen, trying to make sense of what I needed to do next.
“Come with me,” God invited and reached out His hand.
“God, I can’t today. I have too many things I have to do. I’m sorry.”
“I know you’re busy,” He answered.
I nodded. “Go on, I’ll catch up with you later.”
“I’m not leaving you here to worry about work. You’re coming with me, Sparrow,” He said, His voice insistent.
I sighed, “Okay, God.”
We went walking out beyond the field, out to where the hills rise up, the dry grass crunching under my feet. We came upon a lone oak standing tall and proud,
“Let’s sit here, in the shade,” God suggested.
And so we sat. A breeze wound its way to us. I closed my eyes and rested In the comfort of God, letting the wind take with it my cares and concerns.
“Work will always be there, He reminded me. “You don’t have to be a slave to it.”
“I know you’re right. I just want everything to be perfect.”
“There is no perfect, Sparrow.”
“Except for you.”
God hugged me. “I’m perfectly in love with you.”
I smiled, ready to face the tasks of earning a living again.