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"SSC (NF) Untitled"
samiam 5976 desperate attention whore postings
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I notice my almost-3-year-old standing in the yard, looking up at the pristine blue sky searchingly, expectantly. "What are you looking for, Buddy?" I ask. His name is Daniel, but he will always be Buddy to me. "Mommy?" he says. Every statement he makes starts with this question. He wants to make sure he has my full attention before he goes to the trouble to say something. "Yes, Buddy." "I can't see God!" Brow furrowed, he holds his hands apart, palms up, and shrugs, as if he is announcing the results of something he has spent years researching and has finally given up. Smiling, but fumbling for something to say to him, I crouch down and hug him. I explain to him that no, we can't *really* see God, because God isn't really a person like we are. But that although we can't *see* God The Person, there is a little bit of God in everything and everyone. That rock? That flower? That tree? You? Me? Yes, in everything, and we need to look for the piece of God in that other person or other thing, and respect them even if only for the piece of God that's in them. He takes this in solemnly, stoically, like he does everything, his big brown eyes like black holes that suck in pieces of information and file them away in his brain for future use. The child forgets nothing. So even though I feel silly having this conversation with such a young mind, I know on some level he will remember it and use it later. I wait for him to process what I've said and respond. Finally, he looks up. "Mommy?" "Yes, Buddy." The familiar routine. "I can't see God!" And we're back where we started. But he's smiling now; it's no longer a question that vexes him. It's now a statement of fact, something that he's comfortable with until he comes up with another theological dilemma. He's ready to go to the grocery store now. Know what, Buddy? Sometimes I have trouble seeing God, too. But I saw God this morning, and God looked like you. 
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mistofleas 8043 desperate attention whore postings
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06-25-01, 05:42 PM (EST)
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Thank you sami...that was wonderful. I got teary with the last line. Sounds like you have a very wise son who in turn has a very wise mother.
--can see god in samiam's story
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desert_rhino 10087 desperate attention whore postings
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06-25-01, 10:48 PM (EST)
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In fact...It seemed to me that if one did contain a bit of God within, one might need a little help letting others see that light... How's that camp song go? "This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine....let it shiiiine ooon meeeee!" BTW that was hella hard to type. Ambien seems to fuck with fine motor first... Oh, yes, the "visual aid" for seeing God: 
"There ya go!" -- JV
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dangerkitty 1913 desperate attention whore postings
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06-25-01, 11:45 PM (EST)
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Oh my, Sami!I was smiling throught the whole story, enjoying the personal touches and the wise philosophy and the mental image of sweet little Buddy, so clearly described. And then that last sentence...you just caught me so by surprise and the teary eyes ambushed me. Even as I think of it now...there they go again. Well done, my friend. Thanks. dangerkitty
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