the little twig

I sat in the grass, no lights except the stars, the trees making a cozy, roofless cocoon.  In front of me was a stick, no longer than my hand, which I proceeded to break off into little pieces.  I felt so safe, close to God.  My stick was getting shorter and shorter, so on a whim I raised one of the teeny bits of tree to my lips, kissed it, and said, "Catch it, God!"

When I threw the piece of wood to the sky, I felt like He did just that: caught it.  So I did it again.  It was so wonderful...I had never kissed God before.

There was one last little twig in my hand.  I kissed that one too, but this time, I held it close.

"I don't want to let You go."

He said, "I don't want to let you go, either...and I never will." (Hebrews 13:5)