Swimming in reflections

Visited gardens with a shallow lake full of goldfish, overlooked by tall trees and subtropical plants that were reflected so clearly in the water that the goldfish appeared to be swimming in a forest.
As forests are obviously outside a goldfish’s normal environment, their awareness of living must have been simply that they were swimming in water, perhaps with occasional awareness of shifting patterns of light and shade across its surface.
It set me thinking about the two worlds we live in, knowingly or unknowingly, as creatures of a God who made us in his own image and likeness – as his reflections, each person reflecting him differently.
While we’re living in our solid material world, doing all our daily to-ing and fro-ing in our familiar environment, we’re doing it all in the context of the Creator, living out our lives in his reflection.
Like the fish, who can’t see the whole picture of the tree-reflections they’re swimming in, we can’t see the God-dimension we’re living in, only shifting patterns of light and shade, sadness and joy.
People doubt the existence of a God they can’t see, who has no identifiable form or shape or evidence within their environment.
But he is the environment we’re swimming in.