And He smiles.
He laughs at me and says,
‘I have been right beside you this whole time.
I was the warmth on your pillow,
and I was the breeze on a Sunday morning.
I was the silence in the middle of the day,
the dust floating in streams of sunlight,
the peace of mind that defied all logic.
I was in your best friend’s advice,
and in the forgiveness of everyone who has ever been hurt.
I was with you this entire time,
but more than that,
I AM.’

Does God like you?” I asked a five-year-old little girl. She stifled a grin. She is a compassionate soul. “Yep,” she said easily, confidently, certainly. “How do you know?” “Because of the way He talks to me. He just likes me. I recognize it in His voice.