My littlest princess.
Man, that girl can ask some deep, tough questions.
During our drive to swimming lessons this morning, she asked me, "Mom, did God LET our babies die?"
I was taken back. I didn't realize my girls were still thinking through all of that stuff. And I wasn't sure how to answer. In my book, I took ten chapters to answer those hard questions on an adult level, I wasn't sure how to answer that on six-year-old, short attention span level.
"Yes, He did let them die," I answered her.
I tried to explain that it was never God's plan for anyone to die, but because sin is in the world, it has affected everything. There was something that went wrong in Mommy's body. Then I said, "I know it is a hard thing to understand. That is something I want to ask God about myself when we get to Heaven. But I know He is good. He did not let them die to hurt us."
"Yeah," she said. "Plus He gave us another baby. He just made mistakes."
"No, honey, God doesn't make mistakes. There was a reason that our babies couldn't stay with us. And He took care of Mommy when I was so sad."
"Yeah, Mommy how old are our babies in Heaven." I told you she asks tough questions.
"I don't think they have an age in Heaven. I think they are ageless because they will live forever."
"Oh. Well, then how old would they be if they were here with us?"
I named friends, cousins, and neighbors she knows that would be the same age as David, Micah, James, and Sarah.
Then her attention span led her off into something else, able to accept with childlike faith the answers I'd given her. She accepts so easily that she is not going to understand everything, but she asks the questions anyway. She wants to learn. She wants to understand, but when she can't, she trusts me and she trusts God for the things that are beyond her.
I need to learn that lesson. Seek God. Know Him more everyday. Ask the questions. Search the Bible for answers. And then trust Him for the things I can't figure out.