Some nights when I listen to music like "Just Breathe" or "Wild Mountain Thyme" and I look at pictures, maybe from the Hubble telescope, I begin to feel waterlogged, ready to cry when I don't know why, or over what. Bittersweet, it just washes through me and everything around me begins to seem so fragile, so poignant for its fleetingness, in the it never lasts forever and we're so close to gone sense of perspective.
God's existence becomes urgent then, because if He is not then why are we? Why am I? What point is there in all that we struggle through if God isn't designing from our brokenness a new and heart-rending whole?