“…God is love…”
~1 John 4:16
The morning was untidy—clouds strewn about haphazardly. Even the trees were a mess—their branches disheveled in the wind. A handful of leaves skittered across the yard, unruly. I clenched my teeth as I strode towards the garden—my mind filled with every worry I could think of. “It’s not a good day, God,” I snarled when the gate caught on a branch and refused to open.
“What seems to be the trouble?” God asked.
“Sit down with me.” God motioned to the lawn chairs by the pear tree. And so I sat down, in the bluster of the wind. “Move over,” God instructed as He sat down in the chair with me. I felt His arms wrap around me. Warm. Protective. “There, there, my precious little one,” He whispered. The tears I had not yet cried fell down my face as I rested my head on His shoulder. “There, there. Tell me everything.”
I told God about my pain. My sorrows. My regrets and my fears. I must have talked for a long time, for the sun had made her way high into the sky when I was finally ready to get up and go back to the house. “Thank you, God, for listening to me. For loving me.” I wiped my eyes and stood up.
“Always,” God said as He calmed the wind and put the clouds back into their proper place. “Always.”