“…think on these things.”
A garbage truck rumbled noisily past my cottage, rousing me from my slumber. I stretched and yawned, not quite eager to start the day. Outside, the birds began their morning songs but their sweet sounds didn’t fill my heart. I was too preoccupied with worry about my very pregnant daughter. “What if…” I filled in the blank with one frightening thought after another.
“Those thoughts are just stories, generated from your overactive nervous system,” God whispered to me. “They aren’t true.”
“They feel true,” I answered. I pushed back the covers and sat up on the edge of the bed. “They make me feel so scared and helpless.”
God reached out His hand and helped me off the bed. “Fear not,” He said and walked with me into the kitchen. “I’m always with you, and I am with your daughter and her uborn child.”
“What can I do to stop the negative storytelling?” I asked.
“Think on love. On me,” God said as I poured myself a cup of tea. I sat down by the open window and listened again to the birds. I heard God’s morning story in their songs—”All is well, all is well,” they sang to me.
And so it is.