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Overwhelmed with work, I laced up my shoes and walked out by the woods where the bay leaf tree perfumes the air. “God, are you there?” I asked.

“Right next to you, Sparrow,” He answered.

“I’ve got a lot on my mind. Do you have time to listen?”

“Always. Tell it to my heart,” He offered gently and took my hand in His.

We walked down to the creek, splashing through the cool water—me, telling Him everything pressing on me—Him, taking it all in.

We came to a fallen tree across the creek. I sat down on its trunk. “Is it hard to hold everyone’s worries and woes?” I asked.

“Don’t you worry about that, Sparrow. It’s what my heart is for— for all of my creation.”

I ran my hands over the rough bark of the tree. “Even for the sorrow of this once mighty tree, now reduced to a decaying log?”

“Yes. My heart holds it all,” He said and sat beside me.

“How do you do it? I can barely hold the suffering I hear from my clients, let alone everything else in the world.”

God laughed. “Well, you aren’t God, now are you?”

I laughed too. “No. I am not, thankfully. Let’s walk back home,” I said. “I feel better.”

“Good, Your worries are safe with me,” He said and squeezed my hand.

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