My daughter Eve prayed last night, “God, You are little and big.”
It’s my favorite thing she says to Him, a statement of praise she believes from the top of her white haired head to the bottom of her pudgy toes.
God who smiles in flowers and puppies and children is little, little like Eve.
God, shaper of canyons, painter of skies, protector of the little, is big, big like a Daddy and big like the moon.