The future

God ran his fingers over his books. Trillions of books, each labelled with a single picture of the baby whose life was contained within the pages. He pulled out one of the books, over a million pages long, and set it down in his lap. He could feel the force of the life of that child eminating from its pages. A life full of choices, large and small, every possible outcome written down, every possible path of their life ready for them to walk down. He knew every page of every book by heart, could recite every one of his children's entire life stories from memory, but he enjoyed sitting down and reading them from time to time. 

He cracked open the book on his lap - the life of a still living girl named Laurie Cravsky - and flipped through the opening pages. It was her teenage years he wanted to read about. This was the time in which many important decisions would be made. Decisions that would begin to pave the path that would define her adult years. Decisions like what classes she would take, what hobbies she would participate in, how she would approach the people she liked or hated. He could see in particular down the road she would come to realize that she was unlike other girls. She would not have much interest in boys, something that would confise her for some time until she realized that the other girls were more than just potential friends. Whether she chose to keep this to herself as long as she could, or be open with these thoughts and feelings with her friends and family would help to determine many things down the road, though she may never realize it. 

This would especially be defining for her because of her religious upbringing. She would struggle for some time with who she was, and how that could fit into his plan. Whether she decided that she could continue in his grace or must reject him because of this was another choice she would have to make. That decision was hers and hers alone. 

God looked up from her book to watch the world. It was tiny to him, a speck in the universe that he had created, slowly turning like a baby's mobile in the sky. It was still so young. It had so much potential. Just like Laurie. She would be entering high school soon. That was when she would learn who she was. He wanted to reach out to her, tell her that things would be alright, that he would love her forever no matter who she was or what decisions she made. That no path she chose would make him stop wishing the best for her.

He knew that she would not hear him, thiugh. Or rather that she would, but not understand who he was. His voice was just the voice in the back of her head. A part of her, she would think, and a part not worth listening to because it didn't sound quite like her.

There were some that listened. That heard his words, if only once, and understood that he was there, watching over them. People didn't like to listen to them either though.

He looked back at his bookshelf. There was one thing about it that he did not know. He knew how many people there had ever been and were. He knew the contents of every book there was. But he did not know when he would run out of books.