I picture God as this larger than life grandfather/ wise man type who is sitting in his very comfy rocker, smoking his pipe. All at once he looks down on the floor and I'm the little squeaking mouse totally freaking out, running around in circles because I can't figure this all out, totally disoriented and the cat should be pouncing any minute now. But God, as the grandfather/wise man doesn't squash me or shoo me away, in fact, he's totally unaffected by me except for his compassion. He smiles and scoops me up and gently places me into a little mouse sized rocker right next to his. Doesn't really say much, just blows a puff of smoke and chuckles, which lets me know he's got the skinny on things. And then we start to rock together. I use so much energy trying to keep up, trying to rock with him. I finally wear myself out, but the funny thing is, I'm still rocking. I look up at him, quite confused, but when I see his eyes twinkling and his face barely holding back a knowing smile, I finally realize that the only reason I've been rocking this whole time is because his foot has been gently pushing my chair back and forth....
that's how I see it.
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