Afraid of My Own Questions

I used to be afraid to ask questions. 

What if I asked the wrong question and I broke my faith altogether? 

What if I accidentally proved that God didn’t exist at all? 

I don’t think I’m the only one to think that way? Even if I am— you should know that the more I ask and study and seek, the more I am reassured to find that my questions don’t scare Him, minimize my faith, or disprove His existence. The Lord has left so many fingerprints for us to find if we are looking.

Genesis 1:3 “And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light.” 

God said. He created through speech. 

There is a science called cymatics. It is the study of sound in matter. It began as early as Galileo in 1630, and continued in various forms throughout history. When sound is played in a vibration plate, patterns emerge. Different patterns for different sounds. Dissonance between sounds causes chaos on the plate, which resolves when one tone plays again. 

These are fun patterns, but they get more interesting. Especially when you start to see patterns we’ve seen somewhere else: 

Does anyone else find it interesting that God SPOKE— and these sounds made visible look a lot like creation?

What a fingerprint!

I wish I could go back in time and tell my teenage self to ask the questions and look for the answers. Don’t be afraid to ask! God is too big to be missed, don’t worry about it. Ask the questions!

“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened.”— Matthew 7:7-8

There are so many wonderful things on this earth to see and discover, we shouldn’t be afraid to ask. 

Notice in this verse how there are three different methods of pursuit and they all end in finding the Father? 

He’s not hiding from us, He is calling us deeper. Into conversation and relationship. Into questions and seeking and knocking at the door with whatever heaviness or curiosity we have in us. 

I’ve knocked at the door in anger, in hopelessness, in grief… He is good. Even if and always. Keep seeking Him friend, I know people have let you down but He always answers. 

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