8. Thoughts (cont.)

A solitary woman driving a blue car bumped past me down the brick street, and I stared at her as she passed and thought, “She is thinking, too!” And Mr. Saleri in his store. And Mr. and Mrs. Dougherty. And my teacher, wherever she was now that school was out for the day. They were all thinking. And Mom and Dad and Will...all of us thinking, busily, constantly.

In Sunday school I’d been told that God didn’t just see what I did and hear what I said, He knew my every thought, and now I thought about that and caught my breath. How could God possibly pay attention to all of it? Didn’t He ever feel as though His own brain might explode, filled with the tangle of all those thoughts? And billions and billions more thoughts were rising up around the globe every single instant!

I began walking again, awed, as I’d never been before, by the hugeness of God.

And awed by something else, too, something I understood for the first time.

I was not alone.

No human being on the planet was alone.

We were joined, all of us, by the simple power of all those thoughts!