I sat in the garden on a fog-shrouded morning, appreciating the life around me. The birds at the feeder. Snails on their slow crawl across the cobblestones. Earthworms munching through the earth. Bees buzzing about my head.
“I don’t know what you are God, but I love you,” I whispered.
“I know you do, Sparrow,” God replied, and continued doing His work in my garden, showing His love for me.