Why you are in my life

So she said "God musta know what he was doing when he put him in my life".

I never know quite what to say when people talk like this. Mostly I practice not asking snarky follow up questions.

When I think about my response I realize that I have a hard time imagining a world where God interferes in our choices and interactions at the level where everything and everyone is a coded message from God just for me. I just don't have that much faith. It is a fun intellectual exercise to imagine that existence, but it's hard to believe in.

Every once in a while I'll give myself the liberty to imagine a world where things happens for a reason. It doesn't take long before life begins to feels like a punch line; I'm laughing at the joke, but I didn't get it or didn't really hear the beginning of it -- I'm just laughing to fit it, trying to puzzle out the humor.