Chicken soup for the soul is still translated into Chinese with God.

I've been busy all day, sorting out the garbage, cleaning the bathroom and scrubbing the floor. Adult children will go home for the weekend. I went to the grocery store and bought some things for dinner barbecue, including ribs and chicken. I hope everything looks so perfect.

I suddenly feel so tired that I can't work as long as I did when I was young. "I need to have a rest," I said to my husband Roy, and then I collapsed in my favorite rocking chair. There was music in the room, and the dog and cat were chasing each other when the telephone rang.

A line from the 46th hymn suddenly popped into my mind, "Keep quiet and know that you are God". I realized that I didn't spend enough time in prayer this day. Am I really too busy to say a simple thank you to God? I suddenly remembered my beautiful terrace, where I should be able to calm down. I think I long to be alone with God for a while. In spring, Roy and I spend a lot of time and energy in the yard. All kinds of flowers and hanging baskets are amazing. This must be a sacred paradise, where I can rest and be quiet. If I can't be there quietly with God, it's even more impossible elsewhere.

With this in mind, while Roy was still on the phone, I slipped out the back door and sat in my favorite chair in the yard. I closed my eyes and began to pray. A bird flew by, chirping as if singing. It suddenly interrupted my thoughts. I watched it stop on a bird's trough and started its dinner under my gaze. A few minutes later, the bird flew away singing another song. I closed my eyes again. A breeze blew and the wind chimes sounded. Although their voices are beautiful, I can't concentrate on the existence of God. I moved my body in my chair, looked up at the blue sky and watched the white clouds move slowly to the sky. The wind stopped and my wind chimes finally quieted down.

I bowed my head and prayed again. "honk, honk," suddenly, a horn sounded, and I almost went crazy. It turned out that a neighbor was driving. He smiled and waved to me. I waved to him, too. I'm glad he cares about me. I immediately lay down again, repeating familiar poems in my mind. Keep quiet and know that you are God. "I am trying to be God, and I am God," I whispered. "But you should give me a hand now."

The back door opened and my husband came out and said to me, "I love you. I've always wanted to know your position." When he came to kiss me, I smiled gently, and then we turned back to the house. "When is the quiet time?" I asked God. My heart is pounding and I can't feel the pain, but its beating interrupts my thoughts. I think this is probably impossible. I don't have time to be quiet and feel that God is with me, because there are too many things happening in the world and I have too many things to do. ..

Suddenly an idea flashed out. When I seek peace, God has actually been communicating with me. I remember the music played when I started my quiet time. God sent a singing sparrow to light up my life. He sent a gentle breeze, a neighbor to let me know that I have the care of my friends, and a lover to give me sincere love. He makes my heart beat and makes me feel the existence of life. When I tried to calculate my happiness, God was busy doubling my happiness. I smiled when I realized that God had deliberately told me that he had been with me and interrupted my quiet time with God.