In a small, quaint den deep in Honeycomb Valley a mother bear is tucking her cub in for bed.
“Mommy, where is God?” The little cub asked.
“Little bear, God is the warmth you feel from the sun shining down on you.”
“God is the strength you feel beneath your feet as you walk the earth.”
“God is the melody you hear in every song that is sung from the birds flying above you.”
“God is the infinite vastness of the sky.”
“God is the whisper you hear when the tree branches sway in the wind.”
“God is the beauty you see when you gaze upon a bed of roses and daffodils.”
“God is the sweetness you taste in a Honeysuckle flower.”
“God is the joy of laughter when playing in the clear, rumbling brook.”
“God is the happiness you feel
“Mommy, where is God?” The little cub asked.
“Little bear, God is the warmth you feel from the sun shining down on you.”
“God is the strength you feel beneath your feet as you walk the earth.”
“God is the melody you hear in every song that is sung from the birds flying above you.”
“God is the infinite vastness of the sky.”
“God is the whisper you hear when the tree branches sway in the wind.”
“God is the beauty you see when you gaze upon a bed of roses and daffodils.”
“God is the sweetness you taste in a Honeysuckle flower.”
“God is the joy of laughter when playing in the clear, rumbling brook.”
“God is the happiness you feel