I love my parents. I do. They are such smart people. And all my life, they've taught me how to do the logical thing, to believe in reality. These things are important.
I love someone else, too. But he taught me about completely different things. He taught me about trusting, rather than knowing. He taught me that things won't always make sense, and that is okay. He taught me about dreaming.
Logic, faith. Reality, dreams. They seem to kind of conflict. But perhaps they go hand in hand? Like a paradox?
I'm still working all of that out, but now I'm in touch with my dreaming side. I want to go to New Zealand next fall. I want to get married one day. I want to learn to play guitar. I want to go so many places all over the world and help the hurting, broken people out there. I want so many other things, too, that I don't dare say out loud quite yet. These are my current dreams. I don't know how this will all work out; the logical part of me says I can't possibly have all of my dreams. But I believe that my God is bigger than that.
I believe that He put these desires in my heart for a reason. I believe that my heart is important to Him, and that He is greater than all of these things. I believe...
.TRUST.
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It seems to me this paradox is rooted in the incarnation. God becoming man, the infinite and the finite, the spiritual and the human, the physical and the metaphysical -- all coming together in one essential unity. We can never quite understand it adequately, but at our core we trust it deeply. And we are profoundly, really, mystically changed because of it.
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