[This is an old piece of writing from many moons ago. I rediscover it every few years and I keep thinking I should share it, so here you go.]

“‘Behold,’ said the Lord. ‘Thou art of Mine and being of Mine, thou art blessed, for all things that I am in are blessed. You are a division of I, gifted in all that I am. Remember I in a that you do and in every meeting of I you make, for I am everything.'”

A little girl reads and re-reads the text inscribed on a stone beneath the glass case. After a few minutes of contemplation, she pulls on her mother’s sleeve, and once she has the mother’s attention asks: “Mommy, does this mean that I am God?” Her mother quickly silences her with a look of admonishment. “Don’t speak blasphemy!”

The young girl turns back to the glass case, and reads the inscription aloud to herself. She turns to her mother and asks, “Mommy, what does it mean?”

“It means, well … hmn … Oh! It means that you should always remember that the Lord made you.” The mother had no idea what the script meant. More importantly, the mother had no idea that the little girl had been correct.

The little girl looks back to the case, and to the worn letters of the text. She read it over and over again until she memorized it. A chime rings, signalling the closing of the museum. The mother takes the little girl’s hand, and they leave.  The little girl takes one last look at the glass case and reads the sign describing the text: “An Excerpt from THE LOST BOOK.”

In a different plane of existence, God spoke. “Speak your name and you invoke the name of I. Speak of I and you speak Life. In every breath is I, and in every stillness. You are I.”  God did not speak it to the world, only to a little girl.