Answer

I was prepared. I had formulated an answer that would lead my good boy to Truth. We had just finished our nightly ritual of brushing teeth, racing for the bed, reading a book, and prayers. I asked Josiah if he remembered the question he asked me the night before, and he seemed blank. So, I said, "You, know. The question, 'How do you get a book to....?"  "God," he said with a big grin. "Oh, Dad, I figured it out," he replied. So, I asked, "Really; how?" He explained, "Well, you know that thing they pass around in big people's church, that bag with the sticks on the side? Well, I will sit with you and mommy and when that comes around, I can just put my book in there, and they will get it all the way up to God!" I was humored and pleased by my boy's analysis of the situation. He answered well, with his knowledge of this world. We went on to discuss that many times we give gifts of money, time, possesions, and words to God by giving them to others, and that's how God works many times. Now, Josiah wants to give his book to his buddy Ben. I love how God grows us when we truly seek Him.

Question

Every night before bed, my son and I read a book or two. He loves to read (or "read the pictures"), and he loves books. Well, the other night he posed the question, "Dad, how do I give God a book?" I needed clarification and I reacted,"Huh?" Josiah continued, "I want to give God one of my books; how do I get it all the way up there?" As it was late, and I wanted to answer the question well, I told Josiah that I would think about it and we could discuss it tomorrow. As I thought more and more on my response, I pondered the thought that maybe God does the same thing when we ask Him a question (Not that He is unprepared or doesn't know the answer). But maybe, He is not saying "No," rather He wants us to wait and trust Him.

Simple

So, my four year old son and I were finishing dinner at the peninsula of our kitchen, and I asked him a question. I said, “Josiah, what is one of your favorite things about God?” He replied with purplish-blue teeth and lips, “He did good on these blueberries.” As I laughed, pleased and proud of his understanding, I wondered why so many times I just do not get it. So many times, I can not see one day in front of my face, nor one day behind me for that matter. I do not always expect goodness from my Creator, nor remember the good He has done. I have fallen into the lie that this life is mine, and therefore I have to work all things out for good. We become, I become, mistaken. As if following my thoughts, my son, my four year old boy, asked me a question, “Dad, why don’t people believe in God?” I paused, trying to put my thoughts into union with a four year old mind, and then he answered his own question with a question, “They don’t know how good He is?” God is so good; it is all only because of Him and for Him.