I know that God is real.
In fact, there has never been a time in my life in which I doubted God’s realness. I know there are lots of folks out there that battle with whether or not God exists, but in my opinion, there is just too much evidence to argue with it. Just the question ‘is there a god?’ is for me proof that God is real.
We have all had to answer the question at some point in our lives. Even if no one has ever asked you the question, you have answered it. Honestly, it’s one of the most personal and intimate questions we can ask ourselves. It really doesn’t and shouldn’t involve anyone else.
‘Do I believe there is a god?’
Yes? No? Maybe? I don’t know? I don’t care? I hope so? I hope not?
Why do we ask ourselves this question? Why do we wonder?
When the question first entered my heart, it was not hard for me to answer. Perhaps it was difficult to answer because the question came to me at a time in my life when I was asking myself all of life’s important questions:
‘Why is the sky blue?’
‘Why is the grass green?’
‘Why do I have to sit down to pee?’
My advisers and closest confidants (a.k.a. parents) would offer the same answer for all of these questions:
That’s just the way God made it.
So, God has always been the truth to me. He just is. Always was. Always will be.
But I keep wondering…
When I think about God, it makes me wonder. It makes me want to know the truth. It makes me want to know all the answers. It makes me want to explore all the possibilities. It makes me search harder. It makes me seek further.
Then, it gets really intense and really scary.
When I allow my mind to seek God (like really, really seek God), I get overwhelmed. The depth of it all is too much for my mind to grasp. But still, there’s something inside of me that longs to know more. Even if I know that I will never totally understand. So I keep wondering…
At this time, I’m going to switch gears and make this an interactive article. The reason I am doing this in the middle of the article is because it’s a free country, and I can do that. Here’s what I want: I want you, the reader, to wonder with me. I’m going to name a topic, and together, we will wonder about it. Be warned, this can be frightening.
Because I am unsure if you, the reader, believe in God or not, I’m going to provide some background information before we begin this exercise. You may have already heard of a popular subject that believers choose to discuss pretty openly. It’s called eternity. The word on its own is enough to send shivers down a person’s spine. Eternity. However, the meaning of the word has even more power:
Time with no end.
Ok. Ready? Let’s begin.
I want you and I to close our eyes and think about eternity for a moment. Go ahead. Close them. Let’s try to think about it and see if we can figure it out.
Terrifying right? I don’t know if it had the same effect on you, but it did something weird to me when I started thinking about it. I started staring with my mouth hanging wide open. My pulse quickened and my breathing became irregular. My mind can not comprehend it! Time with no ending. I get lost in this thought. It just keeps going on and on and on…
Ok, enough of that. I want to start thinking about stuff I can understand. Back to safety. Back to where I’m comfortable. The eternity stuff is just too much for my simple brain to wrap itself around. There’s a number of things I can think about without having my mind turn over and over on itself like that. A number of things…
Oh no. Numbers…
Infinite numbers. Numbers that never end. Numbers that go on and on and on..
Just when I thought I was safe, I got lost again. Wide, unblinking eyes staring into nothingness. Jaw dropping. Drool escaping. I thought I said I didn’t want to think about this right now. It’s too much! Why do I keep wondering about it?! Snap out of it! Sara, come back to reality. Back to where things make sense. Come back to Earth.
Oh no. Earth. Planets. Galaxies. Space…
Infinite space. All the smart people say that it keeps expanding. Space keeps going and going and going…
I give up! My mind is constantly wondering. And it always will. There’s so much in this life that makes me wonder about things that I don’t understand. Things that my mind does not have the capacity to comprehend.
Why do I wonder?
I guess I’m supposed to wonder. I guess we are all supposed to wonder. I think that maybe we are designed to keep asking questions and to keep seeking answers.
Perhaps the evidence of God’s existence is in that very question: ‘is there a god?’.
Who or what do we think put that question on our minds and hearts in the first place?
What I know about God: He is real.
Sara Mitchell is a native of Haughton, Louisiana. She is a graduate of Northwestern and an RN who has spent the last couple of years travelling up and down the West Coast working as a nurse. She has recently moved back to Louisiana where she lives with her husband and French Bulldog, Sasha.