I am with you always.
The sun spread her fingers up over the horizon and into my window, searching for me. I pulled on my bathrobe and went out to greet her. “Good morning, sun,” I said. I sat in the old wicker chair on my porch and watched her soft light move across the yard. A covey of quail by the barn rose all at once, the frenzy of their wings breaking the hush of the morning.
“Good morning, God,” I said.
“Good morning, Sparrow,” He answered.
“I just wanted to know you’re here,” I said.
“It’s a beautiful morning,” I said.
“Yes, it is. What are you going to do with the day?” God asked.
“Whatever it is that you want me to do,” I answered.
“Today is a good day to love,” God whispered on the wind. “A very good day, indeed,” and He reached out and took my heart and held it in His hands. I lingered there for a while, wonderfully full of Him.