My 4-year-old son has been talking a lot about God lately. It's curious to me. I am enjoying his discovery... and am fascinated and empathetic with his struggle to understand. When I walked into his room the other day, he was talking quietly to his dress; his face one inch from the front of the dresser drawer:
"God? Are you there? Can you hear me? If you're there, say something. [a few seconds pass...] I can't hear you, God. Really, if you're there, say something. [seconds pass again] (irritated) Mom! Why doesn't God ever talk to me? He is supposed to be in everything and everywhere but I can never hear him!"
Then, yesterday he asked me whether God was really everywhere and in everything - as in literally. We were staying at a cottage by a small lake in Michigan and we'd been fishing. He had caught a large fish and we had cooked it on the grill.
"Mom, is God everywhere? How come I can't see him? Is he in the lake? Is he in the fish? If he's in the fish, does that mean I ate him for lunch?"
So many questions... so much curiosity...
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