Give God your worries; He cares for you.
~1 Peter 5:7
The dark night stretched on and on, a fierce wind blowing against my shivering body. I stumbled and fell into a shallow ditch I didn’t see. Twigs and branches scratched at my face and hands. “God, help me!” I cried out, wondering if He could hear me above the howl of the wind.
“I’m here,” God said gently as He lifted me up onto my feet.
“Thank you,” I said, pulling small sticks out of my hair. I leaned into the wind, and once more, began walking.
“This night is fraught with peril,” God said and raised me up into His strong arms. He carried me all the way home.