Have you ever thought about enormous you are. How incredibly vast you are. How many stories you have. How many things you think about. How many reasons you think about them. How impossible it is for someone to define you. How many memories you have. How many things you have felt in your life. How many people you’ve known, missed, loved, hated, talked to, looked at, smiled at, touched. How deep you are. How many skills you have. How many dreams you’ve had. How many things you’re capable of. That you can think about God. That you have some part in the universe, and that is it not a small part. There are no small parts. There are vital parts. There are things that exist, and if they didn’t, the whole thing would fall apart. How if you weren’t here, if you didn’t exist, the whole thing would fall apart. How needed you are. Important could not even begin to describe it. How many things you can change. How you can change God’s mind. How far you can reach to the west, to the east, to the north and south and directions we don’t even have a name for. That you will never fully understand him or her. That you’ll never fully understand yourself. That should not be a sad thing, that is not a testament to the limits of your mind, but a great truth of your vastness. Michael Miller, a cosmos, a universe. Mari Andrew, a cosmos. John Miller, a cosmos. Paula Green, a cosmos. Kiley Gray, a cosmos. Drew Miller, Drew Kreeger, Tyler McCann, a cosmos. You, him, her, everyone, a cosmos. I hope none of us lets ourselves be simplified or ever simplifies ourselves. Never. That there is a never and a forever and that we are.
bien-fait, monsieur. well done.
this is probably in part a testament to the fact that we are made in the image of an infinite God, yes?
That, my friend, is very, very lovely.