The Gift of Unanswered Questions

June 29, 2011 | 4 comments

She asks her hardest questions at bedtime, when we flop open the pages of Scripture atop her flowered quilt.

We flip through pages of her Bible, rustling like onion skins between our fingers. We land on the story of David and Goliath, and I read aloud the story of a heroic boy who felled a giant with one smooth stone.

In the bluish light of her bedside lamp, I can see on her face what’s coming next. She wears the hard questions in her knitted brow and tilted head.

“Mom?” she asks. “Why would God think it’s OK to kill Goliath? Isn’t all murder wrong?”

I’ve been a modern-day Thomas. I also know the pain of silent questions. And I’m talking about them today over at The High Calling. Will you join me over there by clicking here? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

P.S. — I cannot thank you enough for your kind words, your prayers, your emails, your phone calls and your love to us during these tough days. You are God-Lights here in the valley. Thank you.

by | June 29, 2011 | 4 comments

4 Comments

  1. Simply Darlene

    Oh Miss Jennifer, that image is so wonderful. You have captured the essence of your daughter, yes?

    Heading over to read at THC.

    Blessings.

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  2. S. Etole

    I’ve just come from THC … doing things a little backwards this day! It was a remarkable article that you’ve written. And a big “yes” to what Darlene said about your image above.

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  3. Sharon O

    Wonderful picture and writing is of course thought provoking.

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  4. Megan Willome

    I do love that lake photo and the cute one of you.

    My answer is on my blog–a post called “for Cassandra,” answering a similar question asked by @CassFrear. We all seem to be meditating on storms these days.

    Take care and thanks so much for sharing your pain with all of us.

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