We don’t travel long distances very much–partly because we’ve had young kids for the last 8 years, partly because we’re definite homebodies, and partly because we already live in the most beautiful place in the world. But this past week we spent on a Disney cruise in the Caribbean, thanks to some very generous grandparents and a willingness to venture out of our comfort zone. And you know what I discovered? My view of God is so very small.

I like to take classes, read books, do family devotions like Good Dirt–all things that help expand my definition of who God is. I learn about God’s character, and I remind myself often that the God I serve is loving and generous and trustworthy and good. And yet every time I travel, I realize “my god” is still so very small. I know the God who travels back and forth…