Another Conversation with God.

Me: Lord, what are you lining up way up there?

My arm is thrown over my eyes. I've just awakened this morning. I see the Lord's lips curl in a slight smile.

Lord: You'll see, my child.

Me: But father, I'm so anxious.

The smile disappears to a gentle curve.

Lord: Child, you must remember that all I have in store for you is good. Only good.

Me: Lord, the knot in my stomach, it hurts ... I want to trust you.

Lord: I won't take that knot from you. You have to give it to me. When it's gone, you'll know you're trusting me.

Me: I trust you, Father. I trust you.

The knot slowly dissolves ...