As children, we are taught the answer to this innocent and curious question, simply, that God is everywhere. But as adults we often need reminding. Flying across Texas, headed for our first choir concert, I was reminded of this simplicity. It was a perfect flight for gazing out the window; it was daytime and we weren’t flying at too high an altitude — above some clouds, below others — with clouds thin enough in places to see land below and seemingly infinite sky in all directions. While flying, this view never ceases to both take my breath away and stretch the comprehension of my mind at the same time. Most days, the vastness and enormity, and especially the wonder of a child’s question “where is God?” are lost on me. Instead, the question “where is God?” usually really means, “I’m not satisfied this very moment, help,” or “why can’t I have what he does?” Of course God is there and listening, always, but I too quickly forget that he is sovereign over all, and I need reminding that I’m just a little part of his much bigger and better plan for all of us.