small

How appropriate, that I should be flying to Lisbon.

Sitting here now, on the balcony of a fifth-floor-room overlooking the ocean, the waves look so small. See, when I'm down there on the sand, wading through the water to get to the calm, it's near impossible to see over the waves - they're so high.

Lately, when I've thought about Europe, I've felt really, really, small.

How marvelous that I'll be coming in from above, and when I see that city for the first time, it'll be small.

My God is in the detail. He is personal.

God knows your fears, emphasis on you. Cuz, your fears may not be the same as mine, but God knows, they're real. God knows. He knows you.