As soon as I saw that doll all splotched with mud, I saw myself, saw how soiled I was. Or thought I was. From that minute on, I felt liked I'd slipped through a hole in God's pocket. Just took a dive right into the dirt and was lost forever.Greg kissed Faron's hair. You never hit the dirt. You just slid from one pocket to another. That's what I did too - I took a journey I was meant to take. I know that now.Absorbing this, Faron slanted a puzzled look at Greg. Which pocket do you suppose I landed in?This one. The one we're in together. The one I believe we'll stay in.Faron felt a thrill of optimism in his heart. I never thought of it that way.I never did either. Until today. Greg once again settled onto Faron's chest. His cheek moved noticeable into a smile. God isn't small, honey. God has a lot of freakin' pockets. And we just found the one we belong in.
~ K.z. Snow
