Divisions and Precisions

I sent this to my

I sent this to my notify list the other day, but I wanted to share it with everybody: The Woman Who Was Too Big For God

There was a secret the big woman knew, something she didn't tell anyone. She didn't even tell herself very often because it hurt to hear the words. "I'm too big," she'd whisper, "too big for God. Even God doesn't have arms big enough to hold me." And then that great and big and gentle woman would cry. And her tears were just like her- big and gentle and they washed over her face and splashed down into her lap.

I cried when I read it, and cried even more when a friend emailed me after reading it and told me it sounded so much like me. Cried in a good way, though.