If the world were just a thought in my head and I could make it as I thought it, I would be God. No thought in the formless void of nothingness could be formulated by me…but if I could, I would. The earth, ours, and all above and around it are not thoughts in my head but just the grey morning before me that I can see becoming in my head. Oh, but the thoughts of what I see are dreams I cannot tell, say, or think. This is a sincere connection between God and me and was in His thoughts when He said, “Let there be…” and His thoughts became. His thoughts are not my thoughts nor His ways mine, but I am so grateful He doesn’t mind sharing His if I have a heart to see and hear–Him. My thoughts, on His grey morning, He gave me.
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