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I don’t believe in coincidences. Once or twice is fine, three times in a row and we got ourselves a sign. You know how we are in the world, but not of the world? I tend to always have one foot in the next world. I see God at work everywhere, even in the banality of things.
My father was a physicist and he taught me a lot about randomness and order, time,
perception, the nature of reality. Take socks for instance, I have an entire garbage bag full of unmatched socks. How does that even work? How can you put 36 pairs of socks in a washing machine and come out with 18 and not a single one matches? What are the odds? More importantly, what does that tell us about the universe? What is God saying? I think he’s saying “I Am,” to a ditzy woman who can see God in a pile of unmatched socks. How awesome is that?
God is in the synchronicity of life. He is one paradox and conundrum after another, but you can find Him in the chaos or what we perceive as chaos. Often things that appear random on the surface aren’t so random after all. There are patterns and reason in the madness of the world. It’s not always easy to understand or to see, but if you seek it, you will find it. There is a steadfast rhythm that is unmistakable. I call it God’s heartbeat.
God always keeps me guessing, I suppose that’s where the wonder comes in. Life is just one riddle and treasure hunt after another. God is a fascinating magician. His 
slight of hand is so smooth, it just delights me. Sometimes I can see what’s coming and sometimes He surprises me, but always when I look backwards through time, I can see His handiwork. God exists outside of time, at the beginning and at the end. I however, often have to wait patiently to really see what He is up to. Sometimes He lets me peek.
People far more skilled than I am have tried to describe God for centuries. It’s not easy, language is so inadequate. Words, even when they’re flavored with music, math, art, are still not enough. God is a person, but there is this otherness to God that is so alien to our brains, that we just have nothing to relate it to. Those little neuronal connections just can’t quite go there.
God is both a magician and an artist. I am often bedazzled by the wonder of creation, by the artistry and the nature of the Artist. I delight in his slight of hand. This love story makes perfect sense to me. I am a girl, God’s first gift, driven by a need to question the very nature of creation and the Creator Himself. Honestly, it’s not even safe to leave us alone with a pile of unmatched socks…
See, there's this thing called biology... 
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Have you considered the possibility God is saying “don’t wash your socks with bed linen”. Because that’s where my socks go. I find them months later rummaging through the airing cupboard.
I also find a lot of my odd socks are not odd, and I need to spend a little more time trying to pair them.
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I’ve actually mastered pairing socks and retrieving them from bed linen, so no, the washing machine simply eats them.
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I suppose I should provide a translation for my atheist friends. The randomness of unmatched socks is actually probability theory. Studying games of chance. It’s the mathematical foundation for statistics. (You know, there are lies, damn lies, and statistics.) Anyway, probability theory led to a dilemma in physics, which brought us to quantum mechanics. Fascinating stuff which goes way out there in left field.
So you see, you can attempt to deny the existence of God because one crazy girl has sock issues or you could remove God from the equation entirely and simply explore math and physics. Probability theory however, suggests you’ll go with the standard option, mock me as if I am proof that only stupid people have faith.
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I love this. As a recipient of so many synchronicities of late, I am faithfully watching and waiting for more clues to interpret the meaning of my message. I can’t wait!!
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