" As soon as I saw that doll all splotched with mud, I saw myself, saw how soiled I was. Or thought I was. From that minute on, I felt liked I'd slipped through a hole in God's pocket. Just took a dive right into the dirt and was lost forever." Greg kissed Faron's hair. " You never hit the dirt. You just slid from one pocket to another. That's what I did too - I took a journey I was meant to take. I know that now." Absorbing this, Faron slanted a puzzled look at Greg. " Which pocket do you suppose I landed in?" " This one. The one we're in together. The one I believe we'll stay in." Faron felt a thrill of optimism in his heart. " I never thought of it that way." " I never did either. Until today." Greg once again settled onto Faron's chest. His cheek moved noticeable into a smile. " God isn't small, honey. God has a lot of freakin' pockets. And we just found the one we belong in. "