Jesus and I were walking through the grass. Only we were tiny. (And, while in the encounter, I knew we were tiny – like we had been shrunk.) So the grass towered above us like tall trees. We reached a mound of rocks, which was like mountain terrain for us being this size. We began climbing through the rocky ‘hills’. I asked Jesus how He could make Himself (well, and me) small like this. His answer was profound and echoed in my being, and continues to still. “I am who I want to become.” He is who He is and Who He wants to be.