Sometimes my brain takes the scenic route. (Sunday Epiphanies.)

I have NEVER been a simple thinker. It doesn't matter if the problem to be solved is a simple matter, for some reason, my brain makes it more difficult.

If I had 5 friends to pick up before a Halloween trip to a Haunted house, then the most complicated route is what I planned out. Not on purpose, you see. I'm just a complicated girl. I'm sure you understand, too, that math story problems were never my specialty.

In Moses, chapter 1, verse 33 and 35, it says:

33 And worlds without number have i created; and I also created them for mine own purpose; and by the Son I created them, which is mine Only Begotten.

35 But only an account of this earth, and the inhabitants thereof, give I unto you. For behold, there are many worlds that have passed away by the word of my power. And there are many that now stand, and innumerable are they unto man; but all things are numbered unto me, for they are mine and I know them.

Brae's translation: Worlds without number TO US!!!! God knows their number because they are all HIS. He knows them all! Which means he knows us each by name. We are all important to him.

Back when I was a child, I used to lay out on my trampoline in the middle of the night and stare up at the black, black night, and the stars dashed across it like glitter across dark paper. I would close my eyes and try to imagine all the worlds that God had created. All my distant cousins on other planets, other worlds, and all the infinite people here on this planet, and then the infinite atonement that Christ paid for every single one of us. One might think that would become overwhelming to imagine. Gradually, though, my mind would subtract all those vast things one by one, until I was trying to imagine nothing. I was trying to imagine nothing as a solid entity. Something that would be there should God NOT have created us. If there was no God. Would it be black and dark and silent? Or would it be white and ringing with the piercing sound only silence makes? In the instant I could conceive it's possibility, my chest would rise and fall quicker with my breath, and my eyes would snap open to be sure that the diamond stars still twinkled above me.

The fact that the possibility of infinite numbers could not overwhelm my senses, but trying to imagine vast emptiness made me panic is proof that nothing is ever simple for me.

Sometimes, my brain takes the scenic route.

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