Sleep, Worries, and God

It's time to hit the sack running. When I woke up in my sleep, I knew the day was going to be full. Dad driving me to hockey practice at 5:00 a.m. after I lay awake praying for half an hour was normal. We ate a little, but not too much. Just enough to keep us going till practice was over. On the car, we talked about God. Dad told me God knew everything there was to know about me. He said God knew the answers to the hardest of questions. He knew what I didn't know about myself when I got out there and played my hardest for coach. God said so in the book of Jeremiah.   When I got all my gear on, it was still cold. It was just one of those days. I waddled out there and practice began. It was like normal. But later that day, we had to play the team next door in Wisconsin. They were trouble makers. The thought was chilling and hot at the same time. After practice, we got home and I could already smell the sausages Mom had on the electric grill we kept by the window. It was going to be a good day. I could smell the other team. I knew we were going to cream them just like the sweet cream I had on my pancakes. There was still something inside me that I did not know though. I didn't know what to do, but I remembered what Dad had said about God. He knew even what I did not know about myself. When I stopped sleeping and really woke up, all I had was an growling stomach and an empty room in a world where no one knew what an ice rink was.  I sighed. But it was a sigh of relief. I think that might have been all I had been worrying about.