On my way home tonight, I decided to stop by a local park to swing for a bit.  My earliest memory of God is of talking to Him while swinging in my backyard as a child.  I truly believed He was standing in front of the swing, just listening to me chatter away.  More than two decades have passed then, but I still can’t help but think He likes it when I come swing with Him.

I didn’t say too much to Him tonight; the silence was comfortable, so I kept fairly quiet.  But then a breeze came through, causing my hair starting flying around and my mouth to open –

“I’m still Your girl, You know.”

He already knew it, of course; I just thought He might like a little reminder.

And I just felt like reminding myself, too.