All the infinite wonders of the universe....

Maybe I'm alone in this, but I really doubt it. I find the way the universe works fascinating. The complexity and harmony is astonishing. Things come into being, they pass away. I don't always understand this process. For instance, quantum mechanics or string theory or physics of almost any kind tend to baffle me. The only person who was sufficiently able to explain black holes to me was Neil DeGrasse Tyson. (You can google him if you don't know who he is.)
But still, the universe fascinates me.
For starters, just here in our own solar system and our own planet we have a phenomenon that I just love. When I was young I always thought that the reason our little planet was safe from the Sun was because of how far away it is. Which is part of it. However, our planet also has an intrinsic magnetic field, which helps deflect solar radiation. It looks something like this:

We should all be grateful for this because it really is what allows life to exist on Earth (besides the atmosphere). The interaction of the magnetosphere and the solar wind is also what gives us the beautiful aurora borealis and the aurora australis (northern and southern lights, respectively). I think that's pretty remarkable.
Also, the next time you happen to be out and about in someplace quite dark, look up. Really look at the skies. See the stars, and planets, and galaxies. What you're seeing is time. The light from our Sun takes 8 minutes to get to us. Some of the lights we see in the sky may no longer exist, it took their light thousands, if not millions, of years to reach our little planet. Some of those stars may have burned out, exploded, turned into black holes...who knows. Astrophysicists might, but I don't. See previous statement on physics. It gives me an odd feeling of reassurance to look up into the sky and see all those celestial bodies. Looking at them is a moment of connection to a vast universe of which I am a small part.
The very last thing that fascinates me (at least for now) is a little closer to home. Life, itself.
I was not always sure I believed there was a God. And when I did I was never sure what I believed about God. (To be honest, some days I'm still not sure. It's an ongoing process.) What changed that, beyond stars, galaxies, magnetosphere, and the infinite wonder and complexity of the universe was something a little simpler. Having a child.
Think about it. For a child to come into the world, hundreds of things have to go exactly right. The right egg and the right sperm have to meet up in the right place. They then have to start splitting and creating new cells, all of which eventually make up the different parts of the body. They have to reach the uterus and implant successfully. They have to continue to develop properly. (Sometimes they don't, but that's one of those things I don't understand.) This process continues and in 5 short weeks you have something that is starting to resemble something alive. In 8 weeks you can see a heartbeat and movement. At 12 weeks the baby begins to look like a human being. And in a very short (although not to a woman who is pregnant) 9 months, you have a person. And this is all very simplified. I'm not writing a text book. Of course, for all this to be successful, labor must be successful. And that is another process where so many things can go terribly wrong. But they rarely do. So in 9 months you go from two separate entities combining to form something smaller than a period (.) to a living, breathing, human (or cheetah, or whatever. Life is pretty miraculous no matter which species you are.)
Every single moment of gestation is a moment in which something can go horribly wrong, or wonderfully right. And when it goes right, and you are holding this person who came from you and is of you...there are no words. But it is a profound moment when all those stars and all those galaxies and all the planets come down to Earth and are held in your arms. All the potential, all the joy, all the wonder, and all the love in the universe is right there in the room.
And that is why I believe in God. Because I have held the stars, I have beheld the true wonder of the universe. I have known perfect love, if only for that moment. I have held my child, a true miracle if ever there was one. Even if he did destroy my geranium.
So tomorrow I'll forgive him. I can always get another geranium if this one doesn't survive the mauling. But I can never recapture the miracle that is my son.