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  • Annmarie Throckmorton, M.A.


A couple of years ago I was standing alone in my clothes closet, eyeing my thrifty wardrobe to make sure that my collection of natural fibers and easily matched, sedate, solid colors or small floral prints was still adequate. I was minding my own business, that is to say I was also mulling over how I would manage my finances with what was available to me, which was a little bit of a worry.

I do not recall ever before having had an audio hallucination, nor since, but from above me, a little off to the left as if someone taller were standing next to me in the closet, a well-modulated male voice said, "I will take care of you." I waited to see if it would elaborate, but nothing more. This communication was perplexing and not a little creepy. Preternatural.

However, since that moment I have not been able to worry about my finances. I can plan them but I cannot worry about them. Is this a good thing? Will I fail to attend to something because I have not worried into perceiving it?

Furthermore, if God wants to take care of me, why not just hand me a bunch of the green stuff? Smart@$$? Well, I am as I was made.

And finally an analogy: sometimes we humans "take care" of our pets by putting them down, so exactly what did that stentorious voice mean, saying "I will take care of you."

I will take care of you.

by Annmarie Throckmorton 2021

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