There are also so many other things that Jesus did, which if they were written one by one, I suppose not even the world itself could contain the books that would be written. John 21:25
“For My thoughts are not your thoughts, and my ways are not your ways.” This is the Lord’s declaration. Isaiah 55:8
My words…
There are times when I read Your words, and I can’t help but act like a four-year-old with a parent, asking the question all four-year-olds ask: “Why?” (“Why do I have to eat my peas?” “Why can’t I fly like Superman?” “Why does snot come out of my nose?”)
Here is a recent short list for You, Lord: Why did You create women physically weaker than men? Why are there so many insects? Why didn’t John write more about You, Jesus?
My questions originate from an overly curious mind. Curiosity—that quality You created within me. I know You know the answers, and I know they are good answers, most of which I will never know this side of heaven. But that’s okay because my curiosity about You fuels further meditation and wonderment. The more I ask, “why?” the closer my spirit aligns with Yours as I contemplate what You must have been (or are) thinking. And when the created contemplates the thoughts of the Creator, good stuff happens. Even when I walk away with more whys, I am elevated to a higher level of curiosity about You. Yay!
I praise You for Your patience with me as I plow You with whys. You didn’t seem to mind when King David did it. Your thoughts are not mine. Mine are not Yours. Even so, You allow me to throw my inquiries, notions, objections, and harebrained opinions against the wall to see what sticks. Most of it slithers to the floor. But, hey, that leads to more whys. And after years (decades) of this erratic rhythm, I can honestly attest that the why path has led me to trust You more and more with each question, whether or not You share the answer. I can’t explain why that works. You know why.
