“Sheltering-in-place has finally gotten to me, God,” I said upon waking. I didn’t want to get out of bed to face another day of monotony, or my growing waistline and shaggy hair.
“Come on, Sparrow,” God said kindly, “I’ll send the birds to cheer you. I’ll toss the clouds across the sky for you to chase. The breeze I’ll blow to play with your hair. The day will be whatever you make with what I give you.”
“it’s up to me, isn’t it” I asked, but my heart knew the answer.
“Yes. It is.”
“I’ll have to recognize the gifts, won’t I?”
“Yes. Get up and look for them,” God encouraged. “I’ve left them everywhere for you.”
I rose from my bed and pulled back the curtains—there they were, waiting for me—calling for me to come find them.
“Give me a minute to get dressed,” I said and smiled.