"You know, my granddaughter is the one that first got me really thinking about it."
"I know."
"And she was only four years old at the time!"
"A wise little soul, that one."
"We think so. Thank you for her."
"You are welcome."
"The first time it crossed my mind, I had mentioned sunset in a conversation, and she wanted to know what one was."
"Yes, I remember."
"So at sunset, I walked her out of our clearing, away from the trees to the top of the hill where she could see to the west, and we watched a beautiful sunset."
"Yes, I worked particularly hard on that one."
"Well she noticed. Her words were, 'Wow! Nana, God is a really really good artist, isn't he?'"
"I know. That pleased me."
"Well, those words have come back to me over and over again: when I see a beautiful sky, a rainbow, the stars pinned to the velvet at night, the rolling hills of our countryside, the ripe fields that surround our house, the moon shining like a lantern...over and over...."
"A child shall lead them..."
"And I think, we humans spend all this money to see something spectacular, like a theme park, or a rock concert, or a fireworks display or even an art museum....and all around us, art is on display every day, beauty, and its free! It's a free show every single day! And you create it for us every single day!"
"I'm glad you noticed."
"It took a child to show me, God. But now that I realize how much you must love us to do that for us....it's AWESOME...so hard to even comprehend so much love!"
"Oh, I have shown you much greater love than that."
"I know....we need to talk about that too, soon. God?"
"Yes?"
"I love you!"
"I love you, too."
