The maths God uses is simply amazing, brilliant, stunning, beyond comprehension, and breath taking.

As i slogged through my maths holiday assignment which is obviously overdue, i felt defeated.
A sense of failure rushed its tides against my confident shore.

I created some room for God to speak, and He reminded me that the maths i am doing is really simple.
It wasn't mocking, somehow i felt encouraged.
He showed me a grain of sand, and said He used maths to craft that grain out.

The amazing thing about the maths He uses is that there is never a constant formula.
Every tree, every grain, every human being, every creation of His, follows a formula which has a million variables.

Imagine, God has composed formula for your hair, the number of strands, at a particular day, the texture, the length of each strand, etc etc etc...And the beauty is no single human on this earth holds the same solution as you. You are the solution, the answer to an amazingly long maths equation. You are the abstraction, figure behind the = sign.

Imagine, God added up every single formula together and call it one, His creation is now made complete, you are His creation, wonderfully and fearfully made. Yes, the maths involved made it fearful. We haven even started on chemical bonding and biological terminology involved in the making of you.
Then next, He would sum other formulas up, which is your family members and craft His perfect plan for you.
Imagine, one single mistake in any of the unending equations.
Just one mistake, is enough to offset the entire universe, because one mistake proves that God is flawed, and He isnt.
Imagine God forgot to install the second lung in your body.
Even if He does, He will create some remedy to it.
Like the C behind an integration.
Like the figure to complete the complete the square formula.

Oh the maths involved in your heartbeat.
Oh the maths involved in the number of skin cells you shed, the calories you burn each day, the strength for your teeth to keep chewing till you die.
Imagine God gave flawed teeth, that would drop off at the age of 20 due to depreciation and too much grinding on the teeth.
God planned it all.
Guess thats why we never fully comprehend His plan, because our eyes are just way too small to see from one end of the equation to the other.

And if we would write love poetry to those we love, count the number of love poems God wrote for you.
The languages He wrote in.
Oh He sure is busy.
This is just enough to blow me away.

That simple insight made me feel that the maths i battle now is like an ant meeting a giant.


Forgive the lousy personifications, tasteless metaphors and not so bad visual imagery.
I love the imagination God gave me.

God, "Son, you are smart."
Me, "But God You are the one who gave me the brain, so in the end You are the smart one."
God, "I may have given you a brain, but you are the one who utilised it."
Me, [Speechless]

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I guess i still smile because i allowed God to draw it on my face.