As someone deeply rooted in science, conversations about a higher power are not always common or even welcomed. Science often demands logic, evidence, and explanation. Faith, however, moves outside that framework. It doesn’t rest on data points or formulas. Yet the more I learn about the human body, the more I witness its quiet intricacies, the harder it is for me not to believe.

Consider childbirth: one hormone rises at precisely the right moment while another falls, seamlessly orchestrating the birthing process without conscious cues. Lactation not only nourishes the newborn, but also protects the mother by spacing pregnancies, ensuring her body has the strength to provide for the child she already holds. Or take the miracle of healing: a wound closes in perfect order, first preventing bleeding, then calling forth cells to rebuild and restore. Nothing about it is random.

I am in awe of creation and the beauty written into this world. Practicing my faith brings me back to humility; it reminds me that my knowledge and skills are not the source, but rather the instruments. Each day, I strive to be a vessel through which our Creator can act. In the meeting place of science and spirit, I find a faith too intricate to ignore, and too beautiful to resist.