“God is really big, isn’t he?” said a little girl to her mother.
“Yes,” said her mother.
“He’s so big he can hold me like this,” said the little girl, pinching thumb and forefinger together like she’d trapped a moth.
“No,” said the mother with a smile. “He holds you like this.”
And she cupped her hands gently together as if she’d just been entrusted with a diamond.