The ONE question she didn't want to answer

He asked her, "What are you thinking?" —the one question she felt uncomfortable answering. 

How to respond coherently? This question had eight thousand possible answers, and to choose in the moment was a weighty responsibility with immense power to alter the direction of many or even all things. 

How do I select just one single linear coordinate from a multilayered, interconnected 4D map? Vast shades of color with internal and external perspectives; views above and below; and the eyes to see each view individually yet simultaneously. Textures so vivid she could feel each one's intensity and magnify or minimise the focus with decision. Rivers of words like connected branches were flowing down and through each possibility, yet she halted her voice deliberately. 

To dare to explain the complexity of one thought, let alone its meaning or how the intricate network was somehow a deep soul prayer without audible sound, held her captive with the risk. 

She looked up with watery welling eyes in the realization that mystery is indescribable and lies hidden from many. The tears dripped down onto the page below; unspoken liquid prayers that carried the untold meaning in beautiful simplicity of her longing to speak. She had seen and she had heard, but there were no words on her lips. 

She exhaled slowly with a gentle smile and a slight shrug of the shoulders as she closed her journal. 

"I was just thinking about breakfast," she replied. 

An honest answer for a single coordinate.

“Can you discover the depths of God?"

"Can you discover the limits of the Almighty?" Job 11:7 

"Surely the Lord God does nothing."

Unless he reveals his secret counsel

"To His servants, the prophets." Amos 3:7

"He made known to us the mystery of His will, according to His kind intention which He purposed in Him." Ephesians 1:9