When
my oldest daughter was in fourth grade, she came home from school one day with
a lot on her mind. As I cooked, she sat near me on a bar stool and drew doodles
with her finger on the counter before her.
“Tell
me about your day,” I began. But after several short answer responses, I
allowed the silence to stay. At a break in my chopping and stirring, I came
over and hugged her from behind, wrapping my arms around her neck and
shoulders. “Mom,” she suddenly
responded. “Have you ever wondered if there is no God?”
I
heard myself reply, “Honey, I don’t know anyone who hasn’t wondered that at
some point in her life.”
She
relaxed her shoulders. She sighed deeply, sat up a bit, and looked for my face.
I smiled back, and that was that. She let me know that the conversation was
over. It was enough.
Unlike
the disciples, who often didn’t understand but were afraid to question Jesus,
my daughter reminded me that acknowledging what I’m thinking, what I’m feeling,
what I’m wondering, is all God’s delight! He is pleased when we honestly
confide to him our whole hearts, throwing ourselves into His arms with abandon.
There
are so many things that I don’t understand, and so many times that I want to
question God. It’s not so much about asking, “why me?” Things happen. This is
just what happened to me. My questions center more on wondering how I will
possibly handle the challenging and ever changing situation before me.
The
answer, of course, is that I can’t—not without God, his presence, his push, his
shelter, his comfort and grace. I can claim certainty because I know my
heavenly Father wants to take care of me, and I know that I need him.
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