Finding the perfect words
Sometimes I wonder about God…and whether he wonders what the perfect thing to say to us.
I wonder if, at times, he has to think a little bit and take time to think about what he wants to speak to us about.
I like to think, like a poet, God wants to pick the perfect word, the perfect picture. Like a painter, I like to think that God chooses the perfect color, the perfect brush. Like a sculptor, he makes careful cuts, taking care not to make the wrong cut.
Don’t think I’m saying that God doesn’t know what he’s doing. I believe he does.
And I like to think he’s there, finding the perfect words…
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