My bridge partner Tanya has a little Budgie that is old, whom the vet says won’t live very long. I asked her today how he is. “He just wants to lay in my hand. My palm must be warm” she told me. I said I thought it involved more than that. “Your bird knows you love him and wants to be close to you. He’s tired and senses you will keep him safe no matter what happens.”
I then told Tanya that’s how I think of God. We can rest in his hands and be safe. Life isn’t a contest where we have to prove ourself to God. We are wrapped in limitless “mercy within mercy within mercy” as Thomas Merton once said. “As I get older and approach death, this is great comfort to me” I told her.
She isn’t a believer but I think she understood.