Thank you, Shane, for helping me finally understand how God can be everywhere all the time. While having a family lunch yesterday, Shane (my 5 year old son) asked Grandma, "How old will you be when I'm fifty-five?" He had an awestruck look on his face when she gave the answer. One hundred and five years old. After doing some quick math, he came to the obvious conclusion. He pointed to the vaulted ceiling. "So you'll be up to there?"
Therefore, based on a rate of growth at which you are 12 feet tall by the time you hit 100 years of age, and taking into account that God has been around forever, it is entirely logical that by now He can't help but be everywhere.
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I love it!!
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