There was still a steady rain when Sarah trudged into the shelter at the bus stop that evening. Sitting heavily on the bench, she stared at the muddy gutter, and wondered when things would ever change. Her life was in such a mess and she often felt as if she was slowly being crushed inside. The physical therapy after the auto accident was only supposed to be for a couple of weeks. But those weeks had somehow stretched in to months, and although she could walk now, she still had difficulty with her balance and the constant pain continued to rob her of sleep most nights.

Her broken collarbone still ached, too, when it rained. Like today. Her stomach growled, and she grimaced at the thought of food. All the medications were ruining her appetite, too. She was so tired of being sick. So tired of being tired. So much so that she became lost in thought as the rain dripped steadily off the awning.

Suddenly, she was aware of white service shoes in front of her line of vision. Startled, she followed the sturdy uniform-clad legs up to see pudgy tan hands clasped around an ample waist within a bright blue scrub shirt. She looked up into a pair of crinkled-rimmed kind brown eyes, and realized that a woman was speaking to her.

"Ya all right, honey?" she was saying. Without warning, Sarah burst into tears. In seconds, the woman had stepped close, and pulled Sarah's head to her ample bosom, and held her quietly close. The moment passed, and Sarah straightened up, apologizing profusely through her tears.

"Stop Sarah," said the soft voice. "God knows when we're drowning, and most need his touch. The sun will come out again for you." Gently she kissed Sarah's forehead, and turned to walk away.

"Wait!" cried Sarah, "How did you know my name?!"

"God knows all his children by name, child."

As Sarah blinked in astonishment, the bus arrived, blocking her view. As she stood up, shaking her head, the voice came again. At the same moment as the breaking sunbeams. In the mist steaming off the pavement Sarah distinctly heard, "He knows you needed to be held in his arms, for just a moment. To hear his heartbeat. He sent me to wrap you in it today."