Bubbles and the Author of Souls

What if your life is a story, and your soul is just passing through?

A Thought That Floated In

It started as a random thought—one of those quiet, floaty realizations that hits you in the car, mid-reflection, when you’re just trying to live your life.

If the soul is eternal… then we’re not just bodies. We’re stories. And God is the Author.

That thought stopped me for a second. And then another thought came:

We’re like bubbles. Spoken into existence. Released into time.

We drift, we rise, we bump into each other, we shimmer for a while. And then?

We pass through. But the soul? It continues.

Because God, the one who formed it, is the only one who can hold it—and He’s writing a story with every breath we take.

Bubble Theology and Eternal Truths

I know, I know—bubbles aren’t usually theological.

But the image stuck. I pictured each of us as these soul-bubbles—fragile but full of light. Floating across time, carried on currents of joy, sorrow, grace, and mystery. And as we travel, we gather lessons, meet fellow travelers, and occasionally crash into things we didn’t see coming.

The twist?

We’re inside of time—but God isn’t.

“With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.” — 2 Peter 3:8

He sees it all. Past, present, and future, folded into a single divine panorama. While we’re wondering if we’re late or lost, He’s already at the ending, holding the resolution.

“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience.” — Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

If that’s true, then everything we do on this side of eternity matters—not just in the moment, but in the greater narrative He’s writing.

On the Fragility of Being Human

Being a bubble isn’t easy.

You feel everything—the tension of time, the weight of questions, the stretch between longing and becoming. You want to know what it all means, but sometimes you’re just trying not to pop under the pressure.

“Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell.” — Matthew 10:28

That verse used to scare me, but now it reminds me how precious the soul is. Nothing on earth—not pain, not failure, not demons—can touch your soul without God’s permission. It is eternal.

Held.

Protected.

Spoken into existence by a God who never wastes breath.

“You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.” — Rumi

Soul Insights

As I sat with this imagery, these truths began to rise—softly, deeply, and honestly.

1. Eternity is already inside you.

Your soul isn’t waiting for heaven to begin. It’s already eternal—right now, right here. That’s why some moments feel bigger than they are—because they echo beyond time.

2. You are not random. You are written.

You’re not a coincidence or a cosmic accident. You were spoken into being by the Author of stories, with a beginning, middle, and yes—even a redemptive arc.

3. God sees your whole map, even when you feel lost.

We stress over detours and delays. But God is already at the ending, nodding, saying, “Keep going. You’ll understand soon.”

4. Fragility is not failure.

Being sensitive, emotional, or uncertain doesn’t make you weak. It means you’re awake to the deeper journey. Even Jesus wept. Even He felt.

5. Writing is a holy act of reflection.

Maybe I write because God writes. Maybe that’s my way of echoing Him—of turning the mystery into metaphor, of honoring the story as it unfolds.

Final Thoughts: The Author and the Bubble

So yes, I’m a bubble.

Floating, shimmering, wondering.

Sometimes messy. Often in awe.

But not forgotten. Not lost.

I am part of a divine narrative.

A soul in motion. A character mid-chapter.

And I think I want to be an author—

because God is one.

And I want to mirror Him in every word I write.

So I’ll keep floating.

And I’ll keep writing—

because the God who made me

is still writing, too.

Reflection Question for You:

What part of your life feels like a bubble right now—fragile, shimmering, or drifting?

And how do you see God writing in it?

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