"Behold, the nations are as a drop in a bucket, and are counted as the small dust on the scales; Look, He lifts up the isles as a very little thing." Isaiah 40:15
I imagined God holding a large galvanized farm bucket. With his wrist, He's twirling the bucket as a drop of water rolls around the bottom. I'm reminded that He is in control, and whenever He wants to roll our nation to the other side of the bucket, He can.