The stars shone brightly above as I walked from the garden back to the cottage. I paused by the hedgerow and turned my gaze to the heavens to take them in. “Beautiful, aren’t they?” God asked me.
“Yes. Very much so,” I answered.
“It was a night much like this one when Mary and Joseph sought shelter for the night. But over and over, they were turned away. There wasn’t room for them,” God said, His voice soft and gentle. “Jesus was born in a stable.”
“Some people still don’t have room for Him. They refuse to open their hearts to Him,” God said.
I nodded again.
“I’m glad that you have room in your heart for Him, Sparrow.” A shooting star blazed across the sky as if punctuating God’s words.
“I’m glad too,” I replied. We stood out under the stars until I began to shiver in the cold. God put His arm around me and walked me to the cottage.
Before I went to sleep, I thought about those hearts that have no room for God and I prayed that they would open,