Thoughts of a nineteen year old
Have you ever wondered how God imagined the world before He created it?
He didn’t just craft matter — He wrote laws into our being.
We cannot outrun gravity. We cannot outlive death.
We must eat. Drink. Rest.
We are wired for connection. Programmed to seek pattern.And most curiously —
We default to metaphor. We speak in art.What qualifies us to speak this way?
Why are we able to understand analogy — unless we were made to?It’s as if we are enclosed in it.
As if we were designed to find truth only through symbols,
yet never fully escape their boundaries.Why do we take the intimacy out of God’s creation?
Why do we strip the divine of its mystery —
trading awe for academic definition,
reducing parable to “a comparison between two alike things”?But life is a parable.
Everything echoes something else.
The lessons you learn in heartbreak reappear in soil and song.The way you fold clothes can reflect discipline.
The way you wait can reflect trust.
The way you see — that changes everything.A mindset can shift your life
before your life shifts your circumstances.There is purpose in the way we interpret,
buried far beneath what we comprehend.
