Anne Lamott thinks God's a cat in the corner, but I say she's wrong. He's a an adorable bunny who meets me on my walking trail. He didn't show Himself Monday as he usually does, and I was distressed. And my walk that night was not revelatory as it had been the week before.

Tonight the same perky long eared furry fellow appeared across my path, and suddenly I have the first and key paragraph to a paper I've been working on for over a year. Coincidence?

Believe it or not, God is in that bunny, and I can't always find Him.