“In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, and the breath of all mankind.”
I curled up on my couch—candles flickering in the growing dark—as the sun waved farewell and sank into tomorrow-land. I pulled up the comforter from the foot of the couch and wrapped myself in its gentle warmth. It had been a tumultuous day.
“Don’t worry, everything is going to be alright,” God said.
“You’re sure about that?” I asked.
“I am the Alpha and the Omega. Of course, I’m sure.”
“It’s hard to believe that when everything seems to be falling apart,” I told Him.
“You can’t see the big picture, but I can. Trust me, everything works out in the end,” God assured me. “Get some rest; tomorrow is another day.”
I giggled. “You sound like Scarlett O’Hara.” I could hear God smile. “Why do I lose faith when things don’t go as I want them to go?”
“Your ego,” God answered. “You get scared and want to take control.”
“What can I do to trust you better?”
“Breathe. Just breathe.”
“No, seriously God. What can I do?” I asked.
“I was serious. Just breathe. There’s nothing you need to do other than to go on living and let me do what I need to do.”
“You promise you got this?”
“Cross my heart,” God said.
The candles burned brighter as the room grew darker. I watched the flames dance to the beat of a drum I couldn’t hear. Much like I can’t hear God’s drumbeat. It’s not meant for my ears. All I can do is trust that He’s beating the drum perfectly. I can breathe when I can no longer see His hand, and I get scared. And I can remind myself that tomorrow is another day.