Why.
That dreaded word. Why can’t I……
Why did you……Why? Why? Why? Finally I can’t take it and say , “stop
saying why. If you ask me again, you’re
in time out.” But, Miss Anne, “why isn’t
a bad word…why can’t I say it.”
Don’t worry, I did not send a four year old to time out for
that last one, but I have been sitting with their honest little question. Why isn’t a bad word in itself…it’s the
attitude of constant questioning that irks me.
Then I think a little further….how often do I waste time
asking God why about stuff when I should be still and relax in knowing that he’s
got it under control. That’s faith in action.
I know that they’re not asking me “why” to irritate me. It’s the opposite; they’re asking me that to
keep a dialogue open. They want to know
that they still have my attention (as annoying as it is). That they matter, and that I care about
them.
I’m thankful that my Father in heaven, is still patient with
me when I get a case of the why’s.
Natalie, why is there marker all over your face?
