“Mom, why does God make bad people?”
A complex question, but one I’d heard before. My son asked it when he was little. And now my daughter sat perched on her bed, awaiting my answer with eager ears.
Hard questions always come at bedtime, when all you want to do is tuck them tightly and find a quiet place to exhale.
In our home, bedtime is serious business. At eight o’clock sharp, it’s time to get teeth brushed, pajamas on, toes tucked, and fingers folded for prayers. There are occasional exceptions, but they are few and far between. Our routine is so ingrained, my husband and I no longer need clocks to tell us when bedtime arrives. We instinctively know the precise moment the cosmos aligns and angels declare those eight glorious chimes. Every fiber of our wearied bodies anticipates the relaxation ahead. And all the parents said “Amen!”
Why do children wait for the worst times to ask questions? They never ask when you’re rested and ready to conquer the world. I’m not sure those times exist, but you get the point.
At the crossroads of sweet serenity and parenting with purpose, God told me to bend the rules.
Children are our greatest gift. Helping them build a relationship with Jesus should be our most welcomed burden, and our greatest hope. Attending church, reading scripture, and bedtime prayers are all necessary and good. But they also need confidence in our willingness to be interrupted — to answer their questions even when we are weary and unprepared.
God has not left us without help. His word is a powerful resource that helps us answer those seemingly simple, yet complex questions. He will also give us all the wisdom and guidance we need. We simply need to ask!
Questions will come at inconvenient times. Best answers may allude us. But when we bend our will in order to follow the Lord’s, blessings will flow and hearts will grow.
As we talked that night, my daughter’s faith seemed to deepen right before my eyes. And something else deepened — her confidence in me. I didn’t have all of the answers, but that didn’t matter most. What mattered is that I was willing to talk, to listen, and to lead her to the very best of my ability.
She mattered. God mattered. Parenting with purpose mattered.
Trust me, rest will come … and you’ll rest easier!