Stuck between life and time

When I was little, I’ve always wondered why I was here. I remember sitting on my uncle’s lap when I was nearly two years old. That was my first memory of life. I didn’t know how I got here, but I knew I was here. To this day, I still don’t understand why I remember this memory. But it haunts me like a flash of lightning.

I’ve never been the supernatural type. I don’t believe in ghosts, or fairies, or angels for that matter. However, I do believe in God. Is it strange for someone to believe in something that they know nothing about? I’ve never been a Sunday girl or even a Saturday girl. I don’t go to church and I don’t own a bible. In fact, I’ve never even read it, except for the first few lines:

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without for, and void; and darkness was on the face of the deep. And the Sprit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.

(Genesis 1:1)

What does this all mean?

To me, it simply means that in the beginning there was nothing. No life, no substance. Then all of a sudden, a flash of light appeared and that is God. He is the creator and therefore, he created the heavens and the earth. One life is eternal and the other is not. The only thing that’s for sure is that time lasts forever and God was always here.