I know God is real because I see Him in the small things: the way the sun rises and sets every day, the way birds know to migrate, our fingerprints, the way the leaves change colors, the way caterpillars turn into butterflies. Nature is too perfect to be created unintentionally.
I think this boy is trying to hang out with me. I know he likes me but I’m not interested.
What do I do?
What do I say?