Aelah is in an inquisitive prime these days. It seems that most any imperative or question from us evokes a probing, defiant, and persistent, “Why?” Most often I find myself trying to satiate her wonderings with reason and logic. Though probably healthy for her to some degree, I am also finding that this does not work all that well with a two-year old. I can’t seem to sufficiently explain why one must put their clothes in the hamper, or stop singing so loudly while brother sleeps, or not get to use the pink cup today. And so, I have also begun responding simply with, “Aelah, I’ve already answered that.”
Last night as I was settling the kids into their beds (i.e., cradling Simeon until he’s limp enough that I know he won’t wake when I lay him down and pleading with Aelah to remain in her bed, to lie down, and to close her eyes), Aelah began asking that question again. – “Why?” – It’s probably been said by many a parent, but I was surprised to hear myself finally say something to the effect of, “Daddy does not always have to explain himself.”
Now, think on our heavenly Father. Think on Him, with long-suffering and love, speaking these same words to you, “Daddy does not always have to explain Himself.”
Can you search out the deep things of God?
Can you find out the limits of the Almighty?
They are higher than heaven— what can you do?
Deeper than Sheol— what can you know?
Their measure is longer than the earth
And broader than the sea.
For My thoughts are not your thoughts,
Nor are your ways My ways,” says the Lord.
“For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
So are My ways higher than your ways,
And My thoughts than your thoughts.
What love! Thank You, Father. Whether or not we know, whether or not we understand, Your depths are rife with goodness and love. You desire our good for the glory of Your holy name forever and forever. Wonder of wonders!