I will give you rest.
It had been a long, hard day. Tired, I tumbled into bed and turned out the light. “God, thanks for a wonderful day,” I mumbled, adjusted my pillow, closed my eyes, and hoped that sleep would find me.
“You didn’t think it was a wonderful day,” God said.
“What?” I opened my eyes.
“You had a rather difficult day. Why didn’t you share that with me?” God asked.
“I didn’t want you to think I’m a whiner,” I said, and paused, summoning my courage to confess my feelings. “And to be honest, I was mad at you today,” I answered.
“In sharing your truth—your experiences and your feelings—you open your heart to my love and mercy,” God explained. “Pray the truth, and you’ll find rest in me.”
And so I did. I told God everything about my day, leaving out nothing. As I finished, the crescent moon rose above the garden; it’s faint glow peeking into my window. I turned my pillow over and nestled my head into its downy softness.
“Good night, Sparrow,” God said. “Rest well.”
“Good night, God,” I murmured, and fell fast asleep.