…the LORD is in his holy Temple;
the LORD still rules from heaven.
He watches everyone closely,
examining every person on earth.
Psalm 11:4
Jesus loves children and I picture him with his arms full—laughing and teasing; and snuggling them close to the very heart of God.
But Jesus said,
“Let the children come to me.
Don’t stop them!
For the Kingdom of Heaven
belongs to those
who are like these children.”
Matthew 19:14
Our Faith Cora’s little world is going to expand in all directions this winter when her new sibling arrives. She’s already declared that she wants a sister so they can play princesses; and she’s even picked out a name for the baby…
Popsicle
And she doesn’t want to discuss any other name possibilities…not even Mercy Kate, which is what Mommy and Day prefer.
She refuses to consider that it might not be a sister. If pushed, she’ll squint her blue eyes, tilt her head to view you sideways, and then declare that it is not a boy because she has no toys for him to play with.
If pushed a little harder, she’ll say that “if it is, but it isn’t a boy”…she thinks Pumpkin would be a good name for him.
She also says, if it’s a boy, he can’t live at her house…not even in the chicken house and especially not in her new tree house.
I explained what a contingency plan is and told her that she would need one; if it’s a boy and can’t live at her house.
She thought hard for several long seconds. Then said that he could live at Mama Jan’s house and she would visit him 10 times.
So whoever arrives this winter—Popsicle or Pumpkin or Mercy Kate—I’m guessing it won’t take long for all of us, Faith Cora included, to fall in love with the tiny little one who is currently being knit together.
You made all the delicate,
inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Psalm 139:13
Just as you cannot understand
the path of the wind
or the mystery of a tiny baby
growing in its mother’s womb,
so you cannot understand
the activity of God,
who does all things.
Ecclesiastes 11:5
Amen.
I realized last night how comfortable I’ve become with saying “I don’t know”. The words are freeing; and so is the choice to not struggle with the “whys” behind it all.
It’s undeniable that horrible and senseless things happen in this world; and there are 24 available hours in everybody’s day to wonder why.
But it dawned on me that every single time I embrace my honest answer, “I don’t know”; then I am acknowledging a basic truth—God is God and I am not. And what a relief that is and what freedom it delivers.
I’m not supposed to know everything; and trying to explain things that I don’t know anything about gets me into murky places. Trying to speak for God, on something I don’t understand, is downright dangerous.
Just ask poor old Job; bless his heart. He lived right, but lost everything; and ultimately finally questioned God’s wisdom…and then experienced God’s response.
When roaring out of the whirlwind came the thundering voice of the eternal, holy, and incomprehensible God…
“Who is this that questions my wisdom
with such ignorant words?…
Where were you
when I laid the foundations of the earth?
Tell me, if you know so much.
Who determined its dimensions
and stretched out the surveying line?
What supports its foundations,
and who laid its cornerstone
as the morning stars sang together
and all the angels shouted for joy?
Job 38: 2; 4-7
Who, indeed?
Clarified in the presence of the invisible God.