A childhood belief about landscape

When I was very little, my Dad took me to his friends church where they said something along the lines of our being surrounded by God's presence. In my imagination, I pictured the world as being inside God's belly, and much like a snow globe, the sky was the top of His belly (from the inside), and the ground was along His back. When He drank something, it rained; when He coughed, there were earthquakes; when He moved around, the tides rolled in (like when you move in a full bathtub) and when He had gas, the winds would blow. You get the idea. It changed the way I looked at the sky and made me feel just a little claustrophobic.