I Know This Much Is True

I sank up to my chin in the hot tub and let the bubbles foam around me. From my view on the cabin deck all I could see were the tiny lights on the mountains that jutted up in the distance. Wispy tendrils of steam danced on top of the water and, for the first time in days, I was finally alone.

I had a long, long talk with God. I argued, I made suggestions, I outlined possibilities. Everything remained silent.

I stared at the tall mountains across from me. They sat there and offered no inspiration. In exhaustion, I rested my head against the edge of the tub and confronted the real question about the matter – Do I trust God with the outcome?

I do.

Well, then.