Believing

Susan studied the charts, but they made about as much sense if she were trying to read them without her glasses. Psychological and physiological conditions were so hard to qualify. Or was it quantify? She just wanted to separate fantasy from fact.
People were much too complex to dissect like the frog in her biology class—when she had to identify its internal parts. Even the statistics from monitoring neuron activity still wound up being subjective interpretations of what people thought was going on in the human brain. We didn’t really know.
Actually, as scientists did their studies, they uncovered more mysteries than they had solved.
God was nowhere to be found in any of the information, and to be honest, that’s what she was looking for. Undeniable evidence of his existence, and proof that she was no accident. Her life had a purpose.
Most people believed he existed, and only a fool could believe he didn’t. After all, one glance at creation, and any intelligent mind should believe in a Creator. They might question who he is, what he is, or where he is, but his existence? That went without question.
Yet people had their doubts. Why?
She removed her glasses and closed her eyes to look inside the issue.
Probably, the reason why people didn’t believe was that they didn’t want to believe.
Only a fool would say in his heart, There is no God. — Psalm 14:1