There has been  something in my head lately, and I feel like I really need to share it.

I have been reading Genesis for the past couple of weeks or so. Reading about creation and how we came to be who we are. I have been reading about Adam and Eve and Noah and the Tower of Babel. I like reading this stuff, and it has been awhile since I have even thought about it. Everybody who knows me pretty well knows that when I read things, I READ them. Very intently. And that is what I have been doing.

At this point in the story, I should say that I was not raised in church and brought up to believe all of these  things. I have always loved science, and have been well school in evolution and the Big Bang theory. I never even thought about Adam and Eve and creation until I came to know Jesus. 

Here is my thing. Even though my heart is with the Lord, I still have this keen, questioning mind. I can’t help but question things; anything and everything. I have done this, to the point of annoyance, my entire life. So when I am reading Genesis, about creation, there is always this little voice in my head that asks, “How do you know this is true? Is there any proof that this happened? How do you know?” And it is always there. It’s not like I can be like, “Shut up now, little voice. I am sick of you.”

But here is the thing. I don’t “know” what happened back then. I don’t “know” how we were created. I wasn’t there. I didn’t see it. Really, I don’t “know” anything about it. But I believe it.

Not that long ago, relatively, I made a choice. I choose that I was going to be a Christ follower. I chose Jesus. And when I chose to be with Him, I made a choice to believe. Knowing and believing are two very different things for me. Knowing means I have proof and can explain it all out to you and make my case. Believing is something different entirely. It really isn’t something I can explain to you. I could tell you why i believe in something, but it would never make sense to you. I believe because I believe. And when I choose to follow Jesus, I chose to believe that Noah built a giant ship and sailed it through a storm for a month. I chose to believe that there was a paradise that we lost. I just chose to believe.

I think this a choice that every person has to make at one point or another. And yes, I still have this obnoxious brain that asks all sorts of questions, some that I may never be able to answer. But I have faith in God, which means I have faith in my beliefs.

I love to write, and I can actually be pretty good at it sometime, but I hope that I delivered this well. This is something that God and I have been talking about a lot lately, and I feel like he is smiling at me for getting it all out.

What do you think?