Life

Sometimes I can't get over the concept of life. Isn't it wierd? We have hearts that circulate blood which carry oxygen throughout our bodies, but why? What's the point? To keep us alive? Well, why are we alive in the first place? Why is there such a thing as existence? Who on earth could, from nothing, create existence, let alone come up with the concept in the first place? And then how is it possible that there are such things as emotions, ideas, desires, dislikes, and minds that wonder what part we play in existence, which is so much bigger than ourselves. How come we have a deep underlying longing to find "our place" in the scheme of things?
Questions like this make me see how obvious it is that we didn't just incidentally come into being. We are way too deep and intense to have not been designed specifically and for a purpose, with an underlying desire to connect with our origination so we can come to understand the who, what, when, where, and especially why of existence.
And then to actually find that answer in a God Who not only created us, but created us to be in an intimate relationship with Him, is overwhelming. God loves us. He put His breath into us when he created mankind, which is why I believe we have emotions, desires, and a larger-than-life scope of the universe. We are "made in His image" (Genesis 1:27). It's incredible to think that we can have the answer to the question of existence, plus fulfillment that surpasses understanding, by coming into a personal relationship with the Almighty God.