I had that same conversation the other morning. I watched the sunrise. I sat at the edge of the ocean, my toes buried in the sand. I watched the waves come rolling in, one after another, no two the same. I lifted up my face to be warmed by the sunshine, my heart dancing for joy.
After awhile my brother came back from surfing, followed by our friend. We all three sat the edge of the ocean and conversation flowed.
"You know they say that ninety-five percent of the ocean remains unexplored?"
The appropriate "Wow's" were given and then we were quiet, contemplating just exactly how big "big" is.
Then it happened.
"Remember when we were kids, the whole, 'My dad is thiiiis big' thing?" I asked, running back and forth in the sand to emphasize my point.
"I feel like a kid, saying this, but..." And reaching my arms toward the ocean, "My God is bigger!!"