And there was this tiny neighborhood. It was like its own world that was engulfed by the life around it. There were three houses in which three people lived. The first house was the dad. The second house was the eldest daughter. The third house was the youngest daughter.
Why do we have our own world? Why are we smaller than everyone else?
The eldest daughter wondered.
No arguing, no problems, no worries.
Their tiny neighborhood was peaceful.
However, she had always thought that being tiny was a bad thing.
I'm just a background prop in everyone's life. I'm not important to anyone.
Little did she know it was so that she would have more of God’s hand to walk around on. There was more space for her since she was tinier to do cartwheels and ride the roller coasters of life, without ever coming close to the edge of His hand. She knew that being tinier, God was guaranteed to always being carrying her.
With that, she lived her tiny life with nothing but joy. Just her, her younger sister, and her dad. She was happy to live in this tiny neighborhood.