If you can get that there was once a "time" before "space," Laurel, when all that existed was "Divine Intelligence."
Then you can also get that there could never, later, be anything that wasn't "Divine Intelligence" - because what would it be made of; where would it have come from?
Then you'd get that you must therefore be pure "Divine Intelligence" yourself and that there's only one explanation for you being you, here and now:
From the pinnacle of your royal magnificence, the zenith of your heavenly godhood, as pure "Divine Intelligence," you, exactly as you now are, with every freckle and blemish, are exactly who you, God, most wanted to be. And you knew exactly what you were doing.
Thy kingdom come,
The Universe
Hi God, it's me, God. Oh look, we're everywhere, Laurel. And all is supremely well.
