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In the modern search for truth, science and faith are often seen as opposites. But what if they’re speaking different languages about the same thing? The idea behind what some call the “Quantum Law of Being” echoes a truth Christians have always known: as a person thinks in their heart, so are they (Proverbs 23:7).

Quantum physics suggests that the observer influences reality—that the very act of perceiving shapes what unfolds. Scripture says something similar: “According to your faith be it unto you” (Matthew 9:29). In other words, God meets you at the level of your belief, not your desire. It’s not enough to want a better life—you have to believe you’re already walking in it.

This is not about manifesting apart from God. It’s about aligning yourself with who God says you are. He has already declared you loved, whole, chosen, and victorious. But if you keep identifying with lack, fear, and unworthiness, you’ll keep living in the shadows of your true identity. The outer world mirrors the inner state—not because of some detached universal law, but because God designed reality to respond to belief.

When you pray, when you worship, when you act from a place of trust—you’re not just begging God to intervene. You’re stepping into agreement with Him. You’re saying, “I believe I already am who You say I am.” That’s when doors open, not because you forced them, but because you became someone who walks through them.

Faith is more than hope—it’s embodiment. Hebrews 11:1 says, “Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” That sounds a lot like quantum language: calling things that are not as though they are. When you consistently think, feel, and act as the person God created you to be, reality begins to echo Heaven’s vision of you.

So if you’re waiting for your life to change, stop looking outward. Look inward—and upward. Ask yourself: Am I living as if I trust God’s promise? Or am I just hoping He’ll fix things while I stay the same? Because in the Kingdom, you don’t wait to become—you become, and then you see.

Ever since I was a child, I’ve loved to ask questions. Why do whales sing? Why do stars die? What’s the point of all this? And my favorite: Who am I? Because the truth is, my name is just something that was assigned to me. And I didn’t choose what I like either… my favorite ice cream flavor, color, movies, music. It all just kind of sprouted out like crops in the spring. As I grew older, these questions kept getting deeper. Who is God? And if the kingdom is within me, why do I feel the opposite? Why do the pastors and teachers insist that I am naturally unholy and sinful? Doubts like these led me astray for the majority of my life, not because I was asking the wrong questions, but because I was searching- and hoping, for the wrong answers. See, for a long time I thought I could pull this whole “life” thing off all by myself. No matter how many times my mother said I couldn’t, I refused to listen. Because I’ve always been the type to mess around and find out, on my own… that’s just the way God made me. So, I kept swimming against the current, and as time went by, I kept finding myself back where I started, no matter how hard I tried. And for years I felt like a fool, because deep down, I knew God was watching me, patiently waiting and maybe laughing a little every time I tripped. “Oh, foolish child, when will you learn…”

This went on for a while, because instead of searching for God in me, I was trying to find myself by pushing God away. Until one beautiful day, I saw Jesus. But He came in the time and way that I least expected. A couple of years ago, I was laying at the beach, listening to my favorite songs, the ones I didn’t pick. When all of sudden, I felt the sand and waves join in, dancing on tempo, as if everything was alive. It only took me a couple of seconds to realize that everything IS, in fact, alive. I finally noticed that God’s creation was singing one very long song, and that I was a part of it. A beautiful symphony, that maybe I had heard before, but this time I actually listened. For the first time in my short life, I felt blessed, and at the same time humbled, for being a part of all this.

As I sat up to take it all in, one rambunctious child caught my eye. He was playing in the sand, kicking the waves, without a care in the world. But the thing that made me notice him, was that this child looked just like me when I was little. He reminded me of how pure, joyful, and close to God I was back then, as if Jesus was always holding my hand, making sure I wouldn’t fall. I saw Him, not only in that Child, but all around me. On that fateful day, I finally realized I couldn’t do this alone, that in this cold world, I needed someone to pull me back up and guide my steps, leaving footprints on the snow for me to follow. On that fateful day, I finally decided to hold God’s hand again, because I knew it was the only way I could live up to my fullest potential and walk the path that was set out for me way before I was born. On that fateful day, I realized that no matter how far I ran, how deep I hid, or how lost I felt, He was with me all along.