I see myself like a little 2-3 year old with lots of siblings.
They don't notice that Dad has come home, but I'm the one that runs into his arms and he tosses in the air...while I giggle.
(I'm sorry, I'm just in love with my Father...and He KNOWS it!
And loves giving me things!!!! This is how I conceive myself...always in relation to my Divine Father.)
''I'm sorry'', because it so often weirds people out.
He's the tree and I'm an apple on that tree.
(But I'm not the tree...I mean you can exp you're the tree...I don't....
I like it just the way I see it...knowing He also created the warm Sun for me.)
Corny stuff, eh? I know.