Now that I’ve crossed the seven seas and a bit of turbulence to visit my children and grandchildren in the US, a strange thought tiptoes into my head: “How thin can I spread myself?”

You see, the trip’s not just a ‘grandpa popping in for hugs and gifts’ routine. No sir! It’s a multitasking adventure where I must transform, with ease and elegance, into grandfather, father, husband—and ideally, not lose myself in the process.

Can I really switch roles like a well-oiled actor in a one-man play? One minute pretending to be a bouncing castle for the toddlers, the next nodding sagely to my daughters—who, between us, haven’t asked for fatherly advice since I once suggested curd as a cure for heartbreak!

And let’s not forget the most silent, deadly assignment of all—husband! My wife is with me, which is wonderful in theory and terrifying in practice. For while I’m wondering whether my back can survive a day playing piggy back, she’s already halfway into the kitchen diagnosing coughs, colds, and calories, resuming her role as the family doctor and doting mother rolled into one efficient unit. She’ll be needed, adored and—if the kids have anything to do with it—kept so busy she may not remember I’m around.

Meanwhile, I, the great thinker, philosopher, and sometimes writer of unsolicited opinions, will need to find time to write. Yes, write! But when, pray tell? Between Lego towers and hamburgers? Will I find my words between car seats and being a storyteller?

It was then, in a rare moment of wisdom—probably while unpacking my socks—I had a blazing thought: We are all made in the image of God.

Yes! And that’s when it hit me. The Almighty doesn’t spread Himself thin. Oh no, He spreads Himself thick.

Wherever you are, whatever your situation, He’s there. Fully there. Not a diluted drop, but a thick presence, richer than the creamiest layer of butter on toast. When you cry out to Him from the depths of despair, He’s not shuffling between your tears and someone else’s.

He’s there in the fullness of His love, attention, and care.

So why should I, created in His image, think I must spread myself thin?

What if, instead of skimming the surface, I plunge deep into each role—being completely present when I play monster games with the kids, truly listening when my daughters need a sounding board, joyfully nodding even when my wife talks to me, and diving fully into a page when the house sleeps?

Maybe the trick is not in stretching thin, but in connecting thick—to love, to purpose, and yes connect, to that Master Computer who designed us so brilliantly.

So here I am, ready not to spread myself thin, but to spread myself thick.

With laughter, love… and hopefully, a little more legroom on the flight back..!

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