Hello, God. It's me, Mara.

You know, Lord, when sitting upon a hilltop surveying all within eyesight, one might wonder about the river meandering below; who knew how much water to put into it, what is the water’s source and what is its destination.

Then along comes a merry little breeze which is not seen nor can anyone touch it nor can anyone move it. One might wonder who knows where the breeze lives or where it is going to go from here.

While on the hilltop observing the panorama view one could consider the earth, the various contours, or even the depth of the dirt. Your word, Lord, says that the nations are regarded a...