I am with you.
The moon had yet to rise above the horizon. My eyes strained to see as darkness enveloped the garden. “Be with me here in the darkness, God,” I prayed.
A lone bird, off in the distance, sang her last song to the day. I looked upward and saw the first star. I felt the cool cheek of evening rest against my own. “When you are here, I am not afraid, for you are the light of the world,” I prayed.
“I’m here,” God whispered through the branches of the oak tree. “I’m here,” He sighed through the damp earth beneath my feet. “I am here,” He murmured, with every beat of my heart.