There are times that I look into the sky and think of the awesomeness of God. The birds flying across today’s blueness were beautiful. The warm air was circulating, the sunshine was dazzling, and the taste of summer still lingered. The blue in the sky reminded me of the water beneath. What’s beneath me holds me; I press my feet against the ground to make certain it can carry me. Cars are carried, boats are held above water, and the sky is not falling. I don’t discredit what people believe, but there aren’t strings holding up the universe. Neither was it the big bang theory that expanded it. We did not evolve from apes, no matter what you believe about Shaquille O’Neal. From my inside out, I know that God holds the universe in His hands. God is so big, so vast, that we give him pedicures just like the slim Chinese girls that sit ready to soak, scrub, and polish our feet. The earth is God’s footstool. When I was a child, I always thought that when it thundered it was God talking and He was mad. What would upset God? I think God would be upset when He looks down and sees no one is paying attention to His feet. Would He be upset that everyone doesn’t have healthcare? I wonder if He would be upset if the Red Sox don’t make it to the World Series. What do you think is God’s favorite sport? Probably fishing, or maybe ice skating, since He likes to walk across water.