When I was growing up, and would visit my grandma's house on San Juan, I remember a plaque sitting on the windowsill of her kitchen. It said "I believe in God because of rainbows." I bet she still has it to this day. That's cool. I actually heard that rainbows are created by light refraction from drops of water in the distant sky. But I'm not about to burst her bubble on that one, and not just because she's 91 now, but because I get it.
I believe in God because of the way my kids dance and laugh. Whatever you want to call "God", that force, or whatever it is...a topic for another blog post for sure...that It is there, and It let's me know everything is OK because of the way my kids laugh and dance and are so fucking happy.
Tell me different. I dare you.