That the God I love is the right one?
Sometimes I am not sure.
I live here and I love God and I think I'm right.
But people in China believe something different and think I'm wrong.
So, how do I know?"
I tell her those are great questions.
I tell her that those questions are important.
That God has no problem listening to our questions or our doubts.
I tell her I've felt that way too.
That I've asked questions like that too.
I tell her that's when I ask God to show Himself again to me.
To help my unbelief.
I tell her that faith is the difference.
We have to make a choice about what we believe and walk it out in faith.
I tell her I love her.
And God does too.
I tuck her in and kiss her head.
And I shake my head at her wisdom. Her depth.
I chuckle that my 7 year old is asking the very questions my thirty-something heart sometimes entertains as well.
I can't teach her all the answers.
I don't want to.
I can teach her how to find answers.
How to discern truth.
I want our home to be a safe place for honest questions.
A haven where doubts don't have to cripple.
A space where seekers are nurtured.
So one conversation,
one late-night doubt at a time,
I pray God will build a home of faith in each of our hearts.
"The fundamental fact of existence is that this trust in God, this faith, is the firm foundation under everything that makes life worth living. It's our handle on what we can't see."
Hebrews 11:1 (The Message)