Give me your heart.
I had just finished feeding the feral cats when a movement outside the kitchen window caught my eye. “What are you doing out there, God?” I called through the glass.
“I’m getting things to make a nest,” He said as He bent over and picked up a tiny twig.
“A nest for a bird?”
“No. For you,” He answered.
I tugged my coat on over my pajamas and joined Him in the yard. “For me?”
“Yes. For you. I want you to have a nest in your heart,” God explained.
“A nest of twigs?”
“Of prayer,” God answered.
“But you’re picking up twigs,” I pointed out.
“So I am,” He said, with a twinkle in His eye. “Come, let’s sit together.” We went into the cottage and sat by the fire.
“I want you to pray for my guidance,” God instructed. I closed my eyes and prayed as He told me to. A sense of purpose and direction washed over me.
When I opened my eyes, God had arranged the twigs He had collected into a little nest. He handed it to me.
“Let your prayer for my guidance be a nest in your heart that holds you and nourishes you all throughout your day. Let this little nest that I made for you be a reminder for you.”
I nodded, too overcome with emotion to speak. We sat there in silence as I pondered His wisdom in my heart, in a little nest that feeds and nourishes my soul.