I remember asking God why he would put these two little boys in a place where their minds aren’t growing. I remember asking him why it would take so much to change their circumstances. I remember asking him so many questions that relate to James and Peter. I would find myself in bed asking God questions and watch sleep elude me.
And then the story began to change. I started to lie in bed and wonder what God said about it, figuring that I had asked enough questions to God about James and Peter. And He started to ask me hard questions.
If you have such a problem with it, what are you going to do about it?
What if you’re the answer?
What if the questions you ask are the very questions pointing you to the answers?
Why did I send you here to Sungai Petani?
Why did I let you meet Peter and James?
Do you trust that just like I take care of the flowers and the sparrows that I take care of them too?
I remember lying in bed realizing that God wants to talk back. I remember lying there realizing that God wants to respond to those questions, even the ones that I think are going to be rhetorical questions. I realized that Jesus wants me to ask my hard questions, because he already knows them anyway. Jesus wants me to share my heart with Him even know He already knows. And the good news? A lot of times He answers those questions when we finally get the guts to ask them.
I love that my God answers my questions.
Until He Comes,
Kristy
